Now we out 'til six in the mornin'
You ain't even home when I come in
Tryna turn this nothin' to somethin'
Now we out 'til six in the mornin'
Tryna find my way to a hundred
Why you do these things when you don't mean it? (Why?)
I guess I had the wrong idead, you don't see it (I thought)
I thought you'd wait on me, you want me to settle this weight on me
You don't even know what to say to me
You ringin' my line
Now we out 'til six in the mornin'
You ain't even home when I come in
Tryna turn this nothin' to somethin'
Tryna find my way to a hundred
This money comin' slow but my life move fast
Waitin' on a move, I could never do that
Let 'em pick and choose but I know she blew that
But I know what I'ma do, let 'em all assume that
You know I'm from the Eastside, love
Run up on a nigga 'cause I'm cautious, girl
Not any type of nigga, I got options, girl
Tinted window on the vehicule, it's block shit, girl (Wait)
Hold on
God forbid I let a bitch do me wrong now (God forbid)
God forbid a nigga run up at the wrong time (God forbid)
I could run the shit 'cause I pulled up on my off time
Baby, I don't politic, I could never be on your time
Now we out 'til six in the mornin'
You ain't even home when I come in
Tryna turn this nothin' to somethin'
Tryna find my way to a hundred
Now we out 'til six in the mornin'
Now we out 'til six in the mornin'
Now we out 'til six in the mornin'
Now we out 'til six
Now we out 'til six
Now we out 'til six
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