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letra de sky (all the time) - stereotype (artist)

[verse 1: kennon]
you don’t really love me now, you just wanna f-ck
they gon’ [?] either way, i’ma run it up
lil’ shawty what’s up, what you plannin’ on
these b-tches trippin’, think they got me playin’ captain save a hoe
you really trippin’ thinkin’ i ain’t want you, can’t be schemin’, no
i ain’t scared of confrontation, i just thought that you should know
topic go to conversation, feel like i’m the chosen one
your b-tch lookin’ at me, don’t know what to do
she know that she want me and i know it too
sayin’ things i never mean, i do that all the time
i like to be alone, it help me ease my mind
sayin’ you need more from me, you tryna run me dry
you don’t really love me, you just wanna f-ck me, now you gotta

[chorus: skip k!llroy]
sayin’ things we never mean, it happens all the time
i like to ride alone, i keep you on my mind
say you got off of me, there goes another lie
i roll my problems up, i wanna touch the sky
sky, seein’ is believin’ if i said i could fly
pull up on the curb and baby hopped up in my ride
pay me in advance, yeah i need ten racks at a time
told my b-tch to bring a friend, yeah i like two girls at a time
[verse 2: skip k!llroy]
faded sippin’ wine and i got you on my mind
tell me why we do this all the time, yeah i’ma slide
pull up just to f-ck and we all get through the night
baby where the love, i been lookin’, cannot find
[?], countin’ up too many digits
got a two tone b-tch, throw it back, i loose my vision
and we ride around town in a whip, the windows tinted
eight thousand on this jacket, hunned on my b-tch, she don’t make no sense
i just made a flip, now i gotta take a little trip
out to la, hit the studio and then i made a hit
diamonds on my wrist, stylist on my wrist, they [?] gliss
why you on the side, you really lookin’ p-ssed, and you

- stereotype artist

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