John Legend Lyrics

Like shit what happened nigga

I heard that boy got clapped at a angle

And in traffic with it

I don't really waste time, it's on my wrist

Don't play with them digits

Them boys had popped out like a virus

Whole gang full of fidgets

C'mon C'mon

Getting it gone

I got me a A plus bitch

That don't stop calling my phone

Think she gettin' hungry

I pull up, serve dick every time she be home

And alone

Put her in a telly

The desk say noise complaint

She singing like saxophones, a roadrunner

I'm stickin' and movin

Lil' mama you know I can't be here to long

Get in that mode, just stick to the code

They say I'm like my OG

Still off the flip phone

Lil' ho in the passenger sippin' on Taylor

She finna get boned

I told the bitch if you use teeth

Then you get gone

C'mon, c'mon

Don't be minor with it

Hit my phone, ask for a verse

Then I'm rhyming' with you

I'm a neighbor partner

But I know some slimy niggas

This lil hoe be wet and ready

I get grimy in it

C'mon nigga, c'mon c'mon

Disco, get low

Having varieties

I tell the boy, just pull up to the Citgo

This lil' bitch be working my nerves

She thinking she know me

Say I'm a Virgo

I let the bird go

Holla point on this Glock

This shit gon' bang like Kurt Co

I be rolling in G-Fazos

I'm tripping, I'm thinking I'm something like Herbo

Taking the loot, I ain't waiting in line

These niggas, they be like

Where did the work go

Stuck in the trap with the sharks

I be there till it's dark

Wrist hurting, I'm scraping the bowl

I'm making it though

Fuck a stagnant mission

I'm wherever that I can get off a O

I been living too fast

My bitch tell me calm down

John Legend, I'm taking it slow