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letra de thinking out loud - detroit l-o

[verse 1]

n-ggas ain’t think i was gon make it
center cap locks so the bums won’t take it
i say, cleaned aluminum stock rims, you see em shimmering
brown skin queen, steady glowing cuz of the melanin
windows done, music loud down vaughan street
then i flew to charlotte, counting cruising down paw creek
i clean the white walls myself before i hit the wash
n-ggas waxing for a wax job dawg, but f-ck the cost
showed her a bottle of rumbar and then i take her
63 proof, you only find this in jamaica
sending me heart eyes, saying she wanna see me
girl, just call me l-o baby, you can keep the v-e
had to turn off the tv, crack open b double o-k’s
debating on the route, but i make the money both ways
real estate, never fake, ocean side, f-ck a lake
you can come and get a taste, board the flight, i’m never late

[interlude]

board the flight, i’m never late
(you know i had to get them bars out real quick)
enough room to stamp my ummmm…. passports
(this the part wherr=e i umm, start thinking out loud and sh-t)
tell em what’s on your mind
(be some sh-t that ne crossing a n-gga mind while i just be chilling)
gold bottle team
(check this out)
[verse 2]

i wish a n-gga would try to front on a n-gga
all in front of b-tches acting like he that n-gga
highest form of disrespect is being so flukish
giving me the run around, these b-tches is foolish
i can’t steer you wrong cuz this pure education
so don’t be hitting l-o with no false allegations
the interest these women show is so temporary
they f-ck you in july, don’t know you by january
maybe cuz, off top i wasn’t talking no wedding
thinking i mislead her, now she sit there regretting
but naw, it ain’t my fault, i kept it real from the jump start
made herself mad, how the h-ll i break her heart?
eyes on my mirrors when i’m at a red light
never know when you might have to put up a fight
never know when you might have to hop on a flight
get yo d-ck sucked places where the sand is so white
peep them n-ggas on they cellphones at the meetings
them n-ggas who don’t look you in yo eye when you greet em
she think i’m tryna chill, but i conceal my intentions
law number 3, i don’t think that you was listening

- detroit l o

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