How I Met Your Mother ft. Reggie Sinatra & Youthlovefreedom Lyrics

Tell her how we met

Met you through the homie

Now you act like you don't know me

How I pull up with the brakes

When these people acting phony

Puff it to the face

Cause a nigga feel so lonely

And I'm tripping everyday

Girl, you was just up on me

Take off my coat

While she clearing her throat

Spliff that I poke

While we taking this stroll

I be certified chilling with a pocket full of gold

And she loving up, up on me

Got my name up on her toes

Chatted how she tatted

While I fuck her on the mattress

And it's all up on my mind

Got a wish a nigga had it

Feeling all my music,

Oh you fucking with the vibe

Now let's chill until it's nine

While I feel up on them thighs

Westside baby

Oh you fucking with the east coast

Up in the night

Facetiming what do we know

I be bout my business

On a mission

With the vision

With precision

Got no love for these dirty bopping bitches

I be cashing out

With my khakis out

And if you send them rounds

Nigga we gon dish em out

With jit voice, and the jit voice make the clit moist

If it ain't money you a dummy talking oui

Tell her how we met

Met you through the homie

Now you act like you don't know me

How I pull up with the brakes

When these people acting phony

Puff it to the face, cause a nigga feel so lonely

And I'm tripping everyday girl you was just up on me

Smoking on my indica

Big butt in my reticle

Shoot my shot I hit that girl

She gone

Whipping in my beamer

You know I got my heater

Give her dick i feed her

She moan

Ok I'm on a mission

I get that bread, some head

Do that till my life is finished

I'm built different

Imma whole new menace

I made a mill while you made a sentence

You steady chatting

While my money stacking

Smokin zaza

Now my brain lagging

You not invited

So don't ask what happened

I can't fake it

I'm like charlie chaplin

Now my .30 crackin

I hit the spliff with the bitch

Now the blunt unraveling

I hit that bitch from that back

Now that booty clapping

Oh you talking all that action

Nigga why you capping

I like my guap I need it fast

I want a private island

Smoking doobies sipping 40s

While a nigga wilding

Met you through the homie

And we meet me in the hood

Tell me baby Tell me now

Tell me what is good