LEMME LONE Lyrics

J-Motha Fuckin Splash

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Good bye

Kswiss BMW, Kslae whip it outside the booth and u know what we do

Shawty, lemme lone, stop blowing up my phone

Call me once or twice if I don't answer, lemme lone

I ain't with them other shones, I'm just laying low at home

At the cribo with the homie Lil' Lou, packing cones

Girl, when I first seen you, I done seen you cross a mile

Could see it from the front one like her, it's been a while

Bae, I love the way you dress, bae, I love the way you smiled

And for what I gotta rizz it up, Just rap a freestyle

Flippin' scripts, turning tables, bagging up them dimes

Oftentimes I pay no mind, cause it look better when it mine

To each his own, why I'm always doing this, why I'm always doing that

I'm losing control, girl spammin the line

She call, I decline, why your bitch on my dick, man, she wasting my time

When I pipe her by the window, she be pulling on the blinds

Cause I fuck her real good, and I love her long time

Throw it back and make it work, make it clap like when you twerk

Five star on her ass, cause I'm obliged to go berserk

I'm a real young G and every beat I get I merc

Lock jaw with them downers, so I keep it layman's terms

Placing stripes under my neck to keep my chin up higher

Eyes were hanging low, but when I realized open wider

I just need a pen so I could write her

My whole world divided, whole world full of fucking liars

Tell her how I feel when I'm beside her, I feel like a messiah

Fall for plastic lies cause my desire

Three months later I say fuck being tired

I pulled out the Glock just so you know that I'm a fighter

Shawty lemme lone, stop blowing on my phone

Call me once or twice if I don't answer, lemme lone

I ain't with them other shones, I'm just laying low at home

At the cribo with the homie Lil Lou, packing cones

If I was mean, don't mean it

Hard to find the words when you don't really need a reason

Recalling times when I was kind, but I guess you hard of hearing

Kept a fume inside my pocket cause I knew that you'd be fiending

So many things I regret, I take and forget

Lighter on my right and my L on my left

I smoke and forget, so much pain on my chest

Letting go with every breath