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Lelo
Lelo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalil Jewell
Khalil Jewell
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah
Ignore that lil' feelin' in your gut, you know I treat you good
Yeah, ignore that lil' feelin' in your gut, you know I treat you good (ayy, yeah)
Don't call me no dreamer, this a real bag
She a ten, I can't call her bitch 'cause I'm gon' feel bad
Young turnt ****, old money, so I feel fast
She put that Celine on her waist, so she feel snatched
Thousand-dollar jeans, they distressed, so they feel thrashed (yeah)
It's a **** dreams gettin' pressed when that seal crack
And she put that lil' feelin' in your chest, ****, heal that
Yeah, yeah, all my **** sewed up (yeah)
She want me to make it just to fuck me in that Rover (ah)
I get so damn fly, this bitch just asked me for atonement
My **** played about my mama thinkin' I condoned it
My fit K, different funds got me innovatin'
I need to smash this bitch so fuckin' bad, I'm irritated
And I get growin' pains, so I make guap to mitigate it (yeah)
He ain't never seen no rain, he is not my imitator
Yeah, I done really made this shit from nothin', I'll show a ****
She read all them self-help books, think she know a ****
Every shot I made was full court, I been scorin' different
Every shot he take was from that wreck, he ain't got no attempts
You be beggin' for it, she tryna give me face with no contempt
If we say it's war, then it's up, we can't make no exempts
We can't have no goofies in the spot 'cause we exposed 'em
She grabbed me off my shoulder, left my jacket with a rose tint
Don't call me no dreamer, this a real bag
She a ten, I can't call her bitch 'cause I'm gon' feel bad
Young turnt ****, old money, so I feel fast
Yeah, yep
Don't call me no dreamer, this a real bag
She a ten, I can't call her bitch 'cause I'm gon' feel bad
Young turnt ****, old money, so I feel fast
She put that Celine on her waist, so she feel snatch
Thousand-dollar jeans, they distressed, so they feel thrashed (yeah)
It's a **** dreams gettin' pressed when that seal crack
She put that lil' feelin' in your chest, ****, heal that
Yeah, yeah, all my **** sewed up (yeah)
She want me to make it just to fuck me in that Rover (ah)
I get so damn fly, this bitch just asked me for atonement
My **** played about my mama thinkin' I condoned it
Written by: Cortez Antonio Manuel, Ethan Anthony Harszlak, Khalil Jewell
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