Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
These are new times
It's AwficerRa3
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
Let's pop
Baby get over this
Baby get more than this, yeah
I'ma get lit on this, yeah I'ma get rich on this, yeah
You cannot sleep on this Matter of fact, sleep on this
I'ma get rich on this
I'ma get rich on this
Throw my heart away
Go on holidays
Got her horny, ayy
When she call again
That's my heart, okay
Is my heart okay?
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Baby I feel okay
Maybe I want some head
Baby don't be so scared You can bring your friends
Now she want my friends Now she in my head
Now she want my friends Baby don't be so scared
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
AwficerRa3 - MORE THAN FRIENDS Lyrics
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Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
These are new times
It's AwficerRa3
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
Let's pop
Baby get over this
Baby get more than this, yeah
I'ma get lit on this, yeah I'ma get rich on this, yeah
You cannot sleep on this Matter of fact, sleep on this
I'ma get rich on this
I'ma get rich on this
Throw my heart away
Go on holidays
Got her horny, ayy
When she call again
That's my heart, okay
Is my heart okay?
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Baby I feel okay
Maybe I want some head
Baby don't be so scared You can bring your friends
Now she want my friends Now she in my head
Now she want my friends Baby don't be so scared
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
These are new times
It's AwficerRa3
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
Let's pop
Baby get over this
Baby get more than this, yeah
I'ma get lit on this, yeah I'ma get rich on this, yeah
You cannot sleep on this Matter of fact, sleep on this
I'ma get rich on this
I'ma get rich on this
Throw my heart away
Go on holidays
Got her horny, ayy
When she call again
That's my heart, okay
Is my heart okay?
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Baby I feel okay
Maybe I want some head
Baby don't be so scared You can bring your friends
Now she want my friends Now she in my head
Now she want my friends Baby don't be so scared
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
I can't get over what's in my head
I need you right over in my bed
How the f*ck my haters want me dead
I'm still getting rich, I'm in my bag
Writer: Renay Jugdaw
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid