I work to damn hard, I look myself in the mirror like man I did it
Jump off the porch at 18
I'm married to the game no wifey
Tell me what you seen I seen inside, my fit too clean they say it shine
That's my kid I swear imma raise em', why would I raise another nigga child
I'm passionate
Pass me baton you know I ain't gone pass it
Can cuff that girl she ain't bougie or ratchet
What would I do with a female that's classic
Let me take you out, I'm a real ass gentleman
You bringing me down, I know you killing me
Don't like how you getting around, I know you ain't feeling me
Lost and found they still ain't found me
On top of the mountain high as I can be
Baby I'm Tuskii, you said you ain't heard of me
Imma teach you something I know
Them boys on our side, them niggas ain't glow
The girls on your side they down for show
If you go, I go, unknown
If they don't, I might as well stay gone
Onna lonely path with the grim reaper
Plus I'm thraxing to kill I don't like people
Huh-Uh, Yeah, Yeah
Huh-Uh, Yeah, Yeah
Uh-Uh, Yeah, I promise you ion' like people
Huh-Uh, Yeah
Uh-Uh, Yeah
Uh, Yeah
Uh, Yeah
I'm passionate
I'm clapping shit
Hold me tight, she ain't holding me tight, I know she ain't grabbing it
2 face crowd, why they be fake as shit
It's been a while why are we so intimate
I'm still searching for consistency
I'm mad because she ain't into me
My own friends they my enemies
They don't wanna see me win, where was you at when I said tap in
There's no love on the back end
F*ck it I'm ready to sin again
Wanna go to New York
Flights down, mine on port
Don't wanna stop until I touch galore
Pouring champagne on top Christian Dior
Back to the future in the DeLorean
Yeah, back to the future in the DeLorean
Pouring champagne on Christian Dior
JRobGotMotion - Passionate Lyrics
JRobGotMotion - Passionate Lyrics
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I work to damn hard, I look myself in the mirror like man I did it
Jump off the porch at 18
I'm married to the game no wifey
Tell me what you seen I seen inside, my fit too clean they say it shine
That's my kid I swear imma raise em', why would I raise another nigga child
I'm passionate
Pass me baton you know I ain't gone pass it
Can cuff that girl she ain't bougie or ratchet
What would I do with a female that's classic
Let me take you out, I'm a real ass gentleman
You bringing me down, I know you killing me
Don't like how you getting around, I know you ain't feeling me
Lost and found they still ain't found me
On top of the mountain high as I can be
Baby I'm Tuskii, you said you ain't heard of me
Imma teach you something I know
Them boys on our side, them niggas ain't glow
The girls on your side they down for show
If you go, I go, unknown
If they don't, I might as well stay gone
Onna lonely path with the grim reaper
Plus I'm thraxing to kill I don't like people
Huh-Uh, Yeah, Yeah
Huh-Uh, Yeah, Yeah
Uh-Uh, Yeah, I promise you ion' like people
Huh-Uh, Yeah
Uh-Uh, Yeah
Uh, Yeah
Uh, Yeah
I'm passionate
I'm clapping shit
Hold me tight, she ain't holding me tight, I know she ain't grabbing it
2 face crowd, why they be fake as shit
It's been a while why are we so intimate
I'm still searching for consistency
I'm mad because she ain't into me
My own friends they my enemies
They don't wanna see me win, where was you at when I said tap in
There's no love on the back end
F*ck it I'm ready to sin again
Wanna go to New York
Flights down, mine on port
Don't wanna stop until I touch galore
Pouring champagne on top Christian Dior
Back to the future in the DeLorean
Yeah, back to the future in the DeLorean
Pouring champagne on Christian Dior
Jump off the porch at 18
I'm married to the game no wifey
Tell me what you seen I seen inside, my fit too clean they say it shine
That's my kid I swear imma raise em', why would I raise another nigga child
I'm passionate
Pass me baton you know I ain't gone pass it
Can cuff that girl she ain't bougie or ratchet
What would I do with a female that's classic
Let me take you out, I'm a real ass gentleman
You bringing me down, I know you killing me
Don't like how you getting around, I know you ain't feeling me
Lost and found they still ain't found me
On top of the mountain high as I can be
Baby I'm Tuskii, you said you ain't heard of me
Imma teach you something I know
Them boys on our side, them niggas ain't glow
The girls on your side they down for show
If you go, I go, unknown
If they don't, I might as well stay gone
Onna lonely path with the grim reaper
Plus I'm thraxing to kill I don't like people
Huh-Uh, Yeah, Yeah
Huh-Uh, Yeah, Yeah
Uh-Uh, Yeah, I promise you ion' like people
Huh-Uh, Yeah
Uh-Uh, Yeah
Uh, Yeah
Uh, Yeah
I'm passionate
I'm clapping shit
Hold me tight, she ain't holding me tight, I know she ain't grabbing it
2 face crowd, why they be fake as shit
It's been a while why are we so intimate
I'm still searching for consistency
I'm mad because she ain't into me
My own friends they my enemies
They don't wanna see me win, where was you at when I said tap in
There's no love on the back end
F*ck it I'm ready to sin again
Wanna go to New York
Flights down, mine on port
Don't wanna stop until I touch galore
Pouring champagne on top Christian Dior
Back to the future in the DeLorean
Yeah, back to the future in the DeLorean
Pouring champagne on Christian Dior
Writer: Joshua Robertson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid