Lyrics

I almost never do romance I tried it ninety-nine times But it never really stood one chance I'd rather chill with you like one of the homies I always hated holding hands With all that money you be touching What would make you think I'd hold your hand I'd rather play games with you like one of the homies So pass that controller Who are you gonna pick? If I say the Lakers I know that you'll say the Knicks Four minute quarters Eight minutes halves Congratulations I beat your ass If you like a girl who Pumps her own gas Then congratulations You met your match I almost never cuddle up I mean if we just fuck then I mean we just fuck But I don't like doing too much I'd rather chill with you like one of the homies I don't say bye 'fore I hang up I mean if we just talked then that mean we just talked I really don't like doing too much I'd rather smoke with you like one of the homies So pass me the roll up 'Cause it's your turn to crush I know if I pick sativa We gon' smoke indica Fifty dollar quarters Ten off for the half Congratulations I could move packs If you like a girl who Pumps her own gas Congratulations You met your match
Writer(s): Samuel Jean, Jamila Chilombo, Paul Jean, Omer Fedi, Dimi Sloan Sesson Ii, Giscrad Friedman, Benjamin Castillo, Todd Hurttz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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