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Yeah

Yeah, yeah

I got a flight to LA

But I can't leave cause you want me to stay (yeah)

Bad bitch from the islands, far away

Travel round' the world but I can't stand to see your face (yeah)

I know you're feeling the heat

She feeling me under the sheets

Got me touching and rubbing her feet

I'm a young nigga straight from the east

I got her feeling a way

Ain't bout' money then get out my face

Go to dinner, I take her on dates

East Atlanta, I come from the A-

Bitch i'm running this shit like a meet

I got Jordans, they all on my feet

Want to touch on me, she want to link

Like some candy, bitch you is a treat

Is you feeling me, I want to know

We got choppers and they finna blow

Get on top of it, we on the floor

Acting up and i'm finna go ghost

She ain't got no manners

And she too hard to handle

East Atlanta, sipping on Sprite no Fanta

She's a random

Puerto Rican bitch, Havana

Get a bitch hot like candle

And she too hot to-

Feel like Michael Vick

Flow done got me sick

I don't like being in the mix

Beefing bout' a bitch if you will

I would never do that shit

That's some stupid shit

And I been that nigga since I was six

I'm in the fields, I be hitting shit

I don't really do no drama

I don't even talk to my momma

I just want to stack these hundreds

I just want to feel on them commas

You will never catch me trippin'

I just want to handle my business

When the suns down, come get it

And I ain't seen you in a minute (no, no, no)