Top Songs By Yemme
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Alan Peck
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Peck
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Peck
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Lyrics
I don't need a quarterback to tell me how I'ma play it
You incognitive mfs don't know what I'm sayin
I got entangled with hella tangos, fell in love with paper
I don't wanna mention Mango, might check on her day though
I got hella hits on hits, I might pour a SoFaygo
I don't even wanna fuck that bitch, you know she came on
Everything I'm sayin, why the fuck don't you believe us
I ain't even wanna fuck that bitch, you know she came on
She found her way here, so she gon find her way home
Left something in my room and now she blowin' up my phone
You lost more than that, bitch, I ain't dumb
I know you seen me in early September
Seein' hella faces I won't remember
I told myself I'd be in different places, higher than alien spaceship
I can't take a break, so I replace it
I was in the picture, I was just never framed in
(I wonder why)
Gimme a reason that's all that I'm sayin
I'm known for bringing bags and bringing the gang in
Why she have to do me bad, my heart cold like penguin
I ain't into gettin' sad, I'm into that banging
I'm into blowin' that gas, don't' know where the break is
I'm the realest known to man, don't know how to fake it
This is as real as it gets, so how far you gon take it
This is as real as it gets, so how far you gon take it
Banana clip out the window but don't worry I'm not on ape shit
Oh wait, he hating' I got a K and it take his fucking face off, we gon take it
Written by: Alan Peck