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letra de warning - trevor jackson

[intro]
yung shad, you k!lled this track

[chorus]
look at my chain (uh), look at my wrist (ooh)
look at my gang (gang), look at my clique (clique, clique)
we go insane (‘sane), on asylum sh-t (we so crazy)
and we make a mess (woo), on some childish sh-t (yeah, ooh)
and we’ll never change (we’ll never change)
when we walk in the party, hold on to your shawty, that’s a warning (ooh-ooh)
we gon’ break all the hundreds and throw it
’cause she love to dance (she love to dance)
if you’re not careful, she might wake up with me in the morning (me in the morning)
that’s just a warning (ooh)
’cause we run the game

[verse 1]
if you don’t have no baby
girl, i’m tryna have your baby
know i’m too young for a kid
but still, i’ma have your baby
i’m on the way to your crib, i pulled up in overalls
she take me straight to the head, i’m just like a tylenol
before we go further, can you put away your camera?
then later that night, i put that -ss on camera, yeah
317 with this sh-t, yeah
trappin’ with the chevy, i’m the man, ooh
god did really have a plan
that’s why i’m cooking these n-ggas like spam in the can

[verse 2]
you was worth three hundred cents (you)
i am worth three hundred m’s (me)
all you women just wanna get in (what?)
all you n-ggas just wanna be friends (no)
no thanks, don’t need ya (i’m cool)
i’m in a two-seater (yep)
with a bad boricua, she’s on bended knee
she might just turn this boy into a man
but i’m like peter pan, i’ll never grow up (no)
these old n-ggas captain hook, tryna keep me down (they won’t keep me down)
it’s not my fault the game chewed you up and then spit you out (ooh)
calm down (please)

[chorus]
and just look at my chain (uh), look at my wrist (ooh)
look at my gang (gang), look at my clique (clique, clique)
we go insane (‘sane), on asylum sh-t (we so crazy)
and we make a mess (woo), on some childish sh-t (yeah, ooh)
and we’ll never change (we’ll never change)
when we walk in the party, hold on to your shawty, that’s a warning (ooh-ooh)
we gon’ break all the hundreds and throw it
’cause she love to dance (she love to dance)
if you’re not careful, she might wake up with me in the morning (me in the morning)
that’s just a warning (ooh)
’cause we run the game

- trevor jackson

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