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guardin
Songwriter
Nicholas Jordan Kerr-Carpenter
Composer
William Anderson
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Swear to god bitch you aren't what i got ay
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap ay
Fuck the opps we won't stop 'til we drop ay
What you got's not a lot you ain't high ye
Swear to god bitch you aren't what i got ay
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap ay
Fuck the ops we don't stop 'til we drop ay
What you got's not a lot you ain't high ye
You ain't seen the type of shit that I can do
Catch a fucking body roll a blunt or maybe two
I can take you to my island where we'll kick it til' its noon
Maybe smoke some marijuana if you wanna I'll come through
Bumpin' Cordeh, I'm feelin' okay
Smoking an eigth, I'm fadin' away
You wanna play, so come on let's play
Oozy on oozy yo bitch my jacuzzi I hit it all day
This shit ain't no fuckin' game
Frankly I don't fuck with all of y'all lames
Hittin' me up almost everyday
You can't get a verse so just get out my way
Stay in your lane if you know what is best
Huskai and Guardin been fuckin' your ex
Why is every rapper obsessed with sex, this is simply a test
This is me rantin' and ravin' 'til these words start pavin'
I'm tryin' to make it okay
So fuck all the bullshit you know
that I'm on it I'm doing this everyday
I'm tryna be honest but these kids don't
want it they just want a beat and some flames
So turn it up louder start snortin' your
powder and repeat the words that I say ay
Swear to god bitch you aren't what i got ay
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap ay
Fuck the opps we don't stop 'til we drop ay
What you got's not a lot you ain't high ye
Swear to god bitch you aren't what i got ay
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap ay
Fuck the opps we don't stop 'til we drop ay
What you got's not a lot you ain't high ye
I've been tryna ball I've been tryna ball
Waiting for shawty to call, waiting for shawty to call ye
Finesse from the mall, all this money that I saw
I'm just tryna get so rich, please shawty you come along ye
Tag team tag team in yo bitch
I'm with my bro Nicholas and we fuckin' on yo bitch
We was takin' turns in the motherfuckin' condo
I didn't even use a motherfucking condom
I'm fuckin' round with you, I'm fuckin' round with you
We didn't really do that ye
I was in the whip and I'm sittin' in the back,
with yo bitch under the blankets but that head is feelin' wack
Baby we was never meant for each other
I'm so sorry I don't love you I love your mother
Never liked your head but I loved hers
Can't remember it because I had a drunk blur
Swear to god bitch you aren't what i got ay
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap ay
Fuck the opps we don't stop 'til we drop ay
What you got's not a lot you ain't high ye
Swear to god bitch you aren't what i got ay
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap ay
Fuck the opps we don't stop 'til we drop ay
What you got's not a lot you ain't high ye
Writer(s): William Anderson, Carpenter Kerr
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