EARLY ft. PM Annon Lyrics

I ain't even got no recollection of this

Last night's shots was a hit or a miss

I'm from the block where they shooting some shit

Either got beef or for the fun of it

Niggas switch up like Nintendos

Or the branch I got hit with a ten dawg

Don't shake that ass towards him girl

It should cost 'cause you spend it in the gym

Girl

Let me hold your hand

(Lett me hold your hand)

Slow motion dance

(Slow motion)

Got your waist in my hands

(I got your waist in my hands)

Slow motion dance

(Slow motion dance)

I ain't even got no recollection of this

I could take you out with all your friends and shit

You may still not be over him

But we could rent a jet and fly right over him

Yeah, yeah

(Yeah, yeah)

I can expand your life bae

You so used to car rides only at night bae

You so used to no AC in the month of May

We could blow a cool twenty-three on a light day

Teach you how to get your credit right and take flights

I'ma be here all day and all night

('Til the sun coming down)

'Til the sun coming down

Niggas steady talking 'til them guns coming out

Last time they spun had them run in the house

I just say the word

They won't even run their mouth

Take it to the church if you're confessing what went down

Better stay down like your last name is South

Baby it's a gift to even see me naked

Not to downplay it

Your ass is still amazing

If I drive to the place where we was vacationing

Would you reenact that day

Or make a few changes

Baby

I need to know

Before I gotta go

Driving fast bae

I stay up on the road

If you ask I'll be back by your door

Girl

Let me hold your hand

(Let me hold your hand)

Slow motion dance

(Slow motion)

Got your waist in my hands

(I got your waist in my hands)

Slow motion dance

(Slow motion dance)

Slow, ow, ow, slow, ow, slow it down

I ain't gotta go, go, go, go right now

Yeah, you got a past and I know that's why you holding out

But you ain't gotta be scared, it's me who's gonna hold you now

Hold you down

Island for a vacay, to sum it up, it's going down

GPX, we run the town

Gun running underground

Fun loving you, since I met you, I don't run around

Baby is you in or out

Lifestyle wild got the function going up we gon' be here for a while

I'm a walking target

Yeah they called me heartless

But you call me often

Now my heart's a calling

When you need a summer night you know I'm good for talking

I ain't one for fawning over hoes I'm fond of real bitches

I ain't met a lot of those

Baby I'm an artist making real music

Ain't here for the follows

Yeah, she swallow me and swallow pride

She say that she all in so I'll cum inside

Wallet looking God sized

All of this was prophesized

Size of my profits is what I keep fucking prioritized

They ducking me running if I come slide in with this .45

I'm notarized, a Nobel prize, the lord's a lie

This life done taught me lessons and them shits done left me horrified

Glorify a life that you ain't ever lived

Claiming false stripes, boy you know that you a bitch

What's a life worth living, what's a rib worth giving

If you can't find another that's worth that gift

Baby real shit