Druski lyrics

by

Lelo (USA)



[Intro]
(Is Wesley there?)
Yuh, you just hate yourself for all that f*ck sh*t you be doin'
(Wes, you hear me?) Yuh, yeah

[Chorus]
You just hate yourself for all that f*ck sh*t you be doin'
All that talk 'bout how you gon' get-, n*gga do it
It's too late to go and make some changes, you done blew it
It's too late, lil' baby, you didn't stay, you just a tourist
I said all my faded like Lil Boosie
Watch it, baby, she keep tryna touch me in the movie
All that ass-kissin' n*ggas doin', you a flousey
Oh could've been n*gga, think he funny? Think he Druski?

[Verse]
You remind me of that sh*t we did in math, 'cause you useless
She remind me of me picking out my fashion, she be choosin'
She like, "Lelo, you my passion", ho, don't act like you no groupie
I can't put you on no mattress she gon' have me lookin' stupid
I be ridin' with direction, but I'm out here actin' boujee
I just spent a number on my [?] 'cause [?]
She just put a number on my phone, she like, "Use it"
You a weird njgga, you be out here tryna groom sh*t
Yeah, I rap, but I got out here tryna boom sh*t
Shawty bad, got her, tryna swoon me
She like, "Lelo, you a catch, and I f*ck with all your music"
As soon as she found out I ain't pressed, she gon' boo me
Yuh, go and change yo' name to barrel, you the bottom of it
He be hatin' but that n*gga like my son, so I gotta love him
Ain't no room inside the- tss, all my and yo' thot comin'
Ain't no room inside my pants, lil baby, 'cause the yop on me
You don't even got a home, how the f*ck you got wock money
Yuh, you ain't never seen a load f*ck rap, go and cop some
Yuh, New Detroit
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