Lyrics
I need more time, scrapping shit that i wrote for ya
I need more time, i need more time Felly, need more time
i don t need
i need more time
Scratching shit that i wrote for ya, i need more time
Give me my freedom or i dip, give me my freedom or i dip, man it s such a beautiful day don t get caught up
That hol up hold hol up your bitch what, and we could watch movies sip smoothies blow piff Felly, head to h town southbound i go for ya
saying that i m sus
And we could watch movies sip smoothies blow piff, shorty ain t no friend of mine no more Felly, head to h town southbound
Shorty ain t no friend of mine no more, you ain t gotta fight me baby you just like me baby you just, you ain t gotta fight me baby you just like me baby you just
i don t need
Don t worry bout the weather cool you down with some ice tea, shorty ain t no friend of mine no more, head to h town southbound
Shorty ain t no friend of mine no more, need more time Shorty, but every time that she drop down she so loyal
Need more time, it s miss or mrs it don t make no difference, but when i grow up imma have a bad bitch
Give me my freedom, what it is what it is now this that wild strawberries this that shit what this Felly, give me my freedom
And now theres no one quite like you there s no one quite like me, pieces of us that we leave in public, i want to beat it up as long as there s a beating heart there
And now theres no one quite like you there s no one quite like me, and we gon have a kid and i ll love her to the end, put two two together and we fuck on the nightly
I ll treat you like a king or a queen that is, with twelve knocking on my window telling me i can t park there
With twelve knocking on my window telling me i can t park there, shorty ain t no friend of mine no more
And we gon have a kid and i ll love her to the end, shorty ain t no friend of mine no more Shorty, i don t need
Scratching shit that i wrote for ya, head to h town southbound i go for ya
Young man so gifted i could twist whatever, i need more time
Pieces of us that we leave in public, shorty ain t no friend of mine no more Shorty, but when i grow up imma have a bad bitch
But every time that she drop down she so loyal, saying that i m sus
I don t need, i swear shorty ain t a friend but the head a blessing
need more reclining in the armchair
That hol up hold hol up your bitch what, i m a dope boy i could give a fuck
i ain t good for ya add it all up
she had me feinding used to hit when i would slip her digits
Scrapping shit that i wrote for ya, and we could watch movies sip smoothies blow piff Shorty, and i ll be loyal til the end til the end but til then
Shorty ain t no friend of mine no more, and we gon have a kid and i ll love her to the end Shorty, i need more time