Romancing ft. Celstonn Lyrics

I blew a bag on my bitch She told them cut the music up

She heard my song, she like to dance with the stick

We be romancin' and shit She be my Wendy, I might go away

With her like Peter Pan in this bitch I'm bound to fly away

Mmm, time passed by and we didn't think that we'd see

Another brighter day It was stormin

But I'll be there to hold you in the mornin' I give it to you when you want it

The dope on hand don't need appointment Feel like an eagle, how I'm soarin

Liquor my liver, be absorbent I got go big, Rasputia Norbit

Supreme the hat Supreme the forces We take the drugs, I don't endorse it

She Ask for more, I said of course it I drop 5 hundred for the GG on my belt

I buy the real cause I know fake shit doesn't help

These niggas claim that they gon' step Bro, nem got stripes just like the ref

Shawty know I got them sticks, I never told her where they kept

Easy come, easy go I can show you certain things that you ain't

Seen before You Juliet then die for me, I'll be your

Romeo They play with you, I let it blow

If you love me, let me know I wanna spend my time with you, but I'm stuck

Inside the studio I tote that sticky where I go, I'm never

Scared to let it show That hatin' shit been gettin' old

I'm over it just like a cold I gotta go, designer shit, I spent some

Racks up on my hoe I blew a bag on my bitch

She told em, cut the music up She heard my song, she like to dance with the

stick We be romancin' and shit

She be my Wendy, I might go away with her like Peter Pan in this bitch

I'm bound to fly away Mmm, time passed by and we didn't think

That we'd see another brighter day It was stormin

But I'll be there to hold you in the mornin

Who that boy that say that he hot, I heard that he not When I step, my gang gon' step behind me

Like some hyenas I be roadrunnin', but I still make time to

See ya Chest out like a lion, but she know that I'm a cheetah

Why you trippin', bitch? I whoop the hoe, I ain't need no switch

These niggas fake, they counterfeit I'm the type of nigga drop a whole band on

A fit Young and turnt, plus I'm lit

Trench, baby, light the backwoods on the stove Don't need a bic, I'm known to pack that shit

I done came a long way from my home its certain shit I don't condone

Do me wrong, don't hit my phone You get the dial tone

Sippin' red straight out the styrofoam It got my mind gone

My girl get whatever that she want, she like to stunt

She comin' around, cause we be smokin' good Stuff the blunt with runtz

I put the dick inside her gut, she like the thumb inside her butt

And she don't ask for much, she just like it when I treat her like a slut

I blew a bag on my bitch She told them, cut the music up

She heard my song, she like to dance with the stick

We be romancin' and shit She be my Wendy, I might go away

Wear her like Peter Pan in this bitch I'm bound to fly away

Time passed by and we didn't think that we'd see

Another brighter day It was stormin

But I'll be there to hold you in the mornin