Miss You ft. Os Critic Lyrics

Yeah,

I would say that I miss you

all along I was holding doubt

My baby bad but she hit too

Play wit her then we banging out

Say it get harder when with two

Got my heart making THREE pour out

23 this year gon' watch it all happen at once

Just keep walking when they bugging watch me step on em a ton

Gary Payton for the mind we playing defense we these lungs

I can't give these boys no leisure we gon' have to roll em up

I like fucking with the teacher she gon' have to show me sum

"I like fucking with the teacher she gon' have to show me sum"

Bad lil milf from Tennessee she wear it better in the sun

Got me gritting on my teeth they way she throw it from above

I feel better we at peace and even better if it's love

"I feel better we at peace and even better if it's love"

I would say that I miss you

I would say that I miss you

I WOULD SAY THAT I MISS YOU

all along I was holding doubt

My baby bad but she hit too

Play wit her then we banging out

Say it get harder when with two

Got my heart making THREE pour out

Know you hit me when the wrist do But you can save the attitude

Cause I be chillin' that's gon' make me hold out

I like my bitches like I like my backwoods all thick

Real hustle I can turn some dog food to dog shit

How you claiming you my partner? You ain't hold it down

Back then you was cool but I don't know you now

I don't know you now

Catch up with me first then they can't claim that you my opp

Feel like black and Migos still got Scooter bangin' in my car

Told her bro we gotta talk and he said name it he gon' fall

In the name of joint rip fees and Rambo set tomorrow

Think he a gangster he got caught up in the crosshairs

Popping but I'm low do a show and then I'm off that

Bro we split the hood don't want no smoke don't go across that

It was eye for an eye growing up and it was all fair

Come with me let's go dreaming until we got a reason to love

Can we grow rose from cement

Pour my heart out did you believe it or what

Holding on to shit I know I don't need it I needa

Felt it hard to hurt myself I needed you but I

Open up my heart and let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go

Holding in and I'm gon' blow They gon' feel that for sure

Niggas pop shit and they ain't rap so they get killed at the show

I can talk about home invasions I did that before

I tend to sing almost my shit so you can feel the soul

I would say that I miss you

all along I was holding doubt

My baby bad but she hit too

Play wit her then we banging out

Say it get harder when with two

Got my heart making THREE pour out

Know you hit me when the wrist do But you can save the attitude

Cause I be chillin' that's gon' make me hold out