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• Artiste: Skizzy Mars
• Titre: To The Bottom
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Don't think if you thinkin' wrong This the type of song you could sing along This the type of song you relate to She wouldn't talk much Hit the bong, had a breakthrough Ooh one and the joint we should be alone Don't say nothin' foul, you on speakerphone It's just the homies and I told em that you comin' thru Leave the club at 1 or 2, probably leave at 1 or 2 Keep it casual, bitches mad at you Keep it pushin' girl, and move it lateral I know you been weird So baby why you actin' cool? Why you actin' coy, girl I ain't a fool Let's get it, but only if you wit it Man I hate commitment And man I need forgiveness And she gon' say I did some shit I probably really didn't It's too late, but now I really did it Let's get down to the bottom of this Tonight, while you are gone Tomorrow things will look different, I know If I make it back home Yeah, tryna make it to the promised land Feelin' on shorty's butt, drink is in the other hand Aggressive when I drink too much Hopin' that she understand But I know she understand Shorty I'm the fuckin' man And I say that cause I always do deliver Well maybe I should chill and reconsider These niggas can't compete, they resumes is weak Drivin' somewhere cool, the city with dumb heat Shorty wanna dance, I'm a little bit clumsy You got your boobs enhanced, they look at little bit bigger And I know you got these niggas all over you But she got a inkling and I'm a little bit iller Put the bottle in the freezer, a little bit chiller We need something to mix the weed with Stay up til 7 and watch the sunrise, all night with the weed lit Cookin' breakfast in my flannel, isn't the view scenic? Let's get down to the bottom of this Tonight, while you are gone Tomorrow things will look different, I know If I make it back home I'm thinkin' of myself No room for anyone else Forgotten of my head My girlfriend and my house Let's get down to the bottom of this Tonight, while you are gone Tomorrow things will look different, I know If I make it back home