Make Time ft. Kill4Trill & G.Aubrey Lyrics

I know I'm busy baby

But for you

I make time

If I'm doing state time

Oh I wonder would you stay down?

We could have a baby

Take the baby to the playground

And I want that nigga head

If he ever try to take mine

In between ya legs

Make you cream

And watch you buss it wide

Cruising on a late night

Fuck you in the backseat

And she wanna stay high

Pass the reefa to the beat

Yeah

Girl just hit my phone

I'm on whatever you want

Ass, purse, tits,

You get whatever you want

I tell the world you got my heart

So you don't gotta run

I'm a real street nigga

Girl I don't gotta front

Girl you pressure

How you stepping in that

Gucci and Prada

I sip lean and I'm a junky

That's some shit I ain't proud of

I learned ya body and ya face

So I know when you cumming

You ask for shit when we be faded

So I come out of pocket

So many times I've been done wrong

Girl I think that I'm crazy

And I get toxic hit yo phone

Like who the fuck is you laying with

Girl I don't know none of these hoes

I don't know why they staying

I told these bitches hit the road

Cause I want you on the daily

I lost PJ to the game

It be hard for the trust

Know I should post you on the gram

I rather post up my gun

You in your feelings,

Always hiding

Thinking I don't give a fuck

I hit the road to hit these plays

I'll be back when I'm done

I know I'm busy baby

But for you

I make time

If I'm doing state time

Oh I wonder would you stay down?

We could have a baby

Take the baby to the playground

And I want that nigga head

If he ever try to take mine

In between ya legs

Make you cream

And watch you buss it wide

Cruising on a late night

Fuck you in the backseat

And she wanna stay high

Pass the reefa to the beat

She said "I'm toxic!"

Oh I'm toxic too

You got niggas in ya DM

I got bitches too

Bet I could make that pussy cum

I buy you gucci shoes

You know G.Aubrey from the south

And he a steppa too

He got his money right

He trynna be a better dude

But if you cross the set

He gone' go load the fuckin tool

I'm trynna get inside ya draws baby

Gone' make you drip all on the floor baby

Yeah ima hit it from the back

I'm going raw baby

I seen you text me back

You said you want some more baby

I said its true

That I'm a asshole

But don't go blaming me

Its my past hoes

We could switch locations

Do the dash on em'

Got my money right

Go get your passport

Louis, Fendi, Prada

Whatever you ask for

Louis, Fendi, Prada

Whatever you ask for

I know I'm busy baby

But for you

I make time

If I'm doing state time

Oh I wonder would you stay down?

We could have a baby

Take the baby to the playground

And I want that nigga head

If he ever try to take mine

In between ya legs

Make you cream

And watch you buss it wide

Cruising on a late night

Fuck you in the backseat

And she wanna stay high

Pass the reefa to the beat