Thru The Meadows ft. Ronni Ngata Lyrics

Damn, think this really lit, oh my

God on this track, you know it's gon' slide

And you gotta call me Story, I don't spit no lies

It's all non-fiction and it's gon' rhyme

If you got that snappy-nappy, then hit my line

See a bad look thing, get clean, I slide

She exhibit something mean, yeah, she's just my type

I'ma triple up my checks and then pimp my ride

If I'm hittin' raw, hit my phone if you need some

'Cause I know a stingy man is the least fun And them favors really make you wanna give the cheeks up

Say I got the juice, so she suck it like Capri-Sun, damn

Then she toss it back like a refund, damn

Seen this all before, it's a rerun

I'm in love with myself, I don't need love

Hit the East plug, re-up, and now we up

I'ma grab her by the hand, baby, let's go Come and kick it with a brother from the ghetto

Started in the streets, now we prancin' through the meadows

Bouncin' off them walls like an echo, echo, echo

All night till we let the sweat roll

Then I leave and it's on to the next role

Yeah, I want love, but I gotta get this bread tho

My body real young, but my heart too retro

One, two, three, four

Gotta hurry up so I can hit that road

Five, six, seven, eight

Better make it fast or I'm gon' be late

One, two, three, four

Gotta hurry up so I can hit that road

Five, six, seven, eight

Better make it fast or I'm gon' be late

I'm lookin' for a real bad bitch

Someone with compassion, someone with some taste

Pretty and she ain't afraid to up that blick Classy and ghetto, tell me bout myself though

I don't give a fuck if she 5'1 or 5'9

Slim waist, I don't mind, speak your mind

More to it than physical, I can't lie

But I got a thing for black skin and stretch lines

Shorty economic, and I know her worth so I spend a bigger dollar

Take her out to Turks, cause she need a lil' sauna

And she from the Earth, so for her I'll drop a comma

Ain't never been a problem that a nigga couldn't solve

Play it like a chord, I ain't trippin', I'm a God

Bad bitch chose what she want from the boy I ain't playin' games, but she love to use her toys

I'ma grab her by the hand, baby, let's go Come and kick it with a brother from the ghetto

Started in the streets, now we prancin' through the meadows

Bouncin' off them walls like an echo, echo, echo

All night till we let the sweat roll

Then I leave and it's on to the next role

Yeah, I want love, but I gotta get this bread tho

My body real young, but my heart too retro

One, two, three, four

Gotta hurry up so I can hit that road

Five, six, seven, eight

Better make it fast or I'm gon' be late

One, two, three, four

Gotta hurry up so I can hit that road

Five, six, seven, eight

Better make it fast or I'm gon' be late

And I need that, need that, need that

She say she want smoke, like, where the weed at?

I say fine, then we go slide where the B's at

They be showin' me love, I can get a free pack

I split the spliff and fifth, then relax

Get lit with sis off liq', then we match

I admit it's quick, I hit, then detach

But I need that, baby girl, I need that, like ow

One, two, three, four

Gotta hurry up so I can hit that road

Five, six, seven, eight

Better make it fast or I'm gon' be late

One, two, three, four

Gotta hurry up so I can hit that road

Five, six, seven, eight

Better make it fast or I'm gon' be late