lil blade - mr. lindsay lyrics
[intro]
(f+ckboy)
yeah, ayy
[verse 1]
first quarter goin’ hard, i ain’t takin’ no time outs
first night got her goin’, took her to the hideout
got her beggin’ for some more soon as i slide out
know you said you got a n+gga, but f+ck it, it’s mines now, yeah
[chorus]
mr. make a grown b+tch want a young n+gga, yeah
make a borin’ b+tch want a fun n+gga
yeah, make a good girl want a drug dealer
you ain’t never runnin’ out when you the plug, n+gga, yeah
mr. make a grown b+tch want a young n+gga, yeah
make a borin’ b+tch want a fun n+gga
yeah, make a good girl want a drug dealer (yeah)
you ain’t never runnin’ out when you the plug, n+gga (never)
[verse 2]
you ain’t worried ’bout the rеst when you that one n+gga (f+ck ’em)
yеah, every other day i hear, “i’m done with you”
yeah, just to come back, say, “i’m in love with you”
you want the stars in the moon? take the sun with you
i’m a different type of n+gga, different type of mood
yeah, different type of vibe, type of sh+t you ain’t gon’ find
they’ll tell you i ain’t lyin’, ain’t perfect, but i’m tryin’
done hurt a lot of feelings, couple b+tches hurt mine (facts)
so yeah, a n+gga scared of love (f+cked up)
rained down a lil’ n+gga, now he scared of clubs
since i’m pretty home, bag full of ones
hit valet and tip a hun’, and scratch off like we on the run, yeah
[chorus]
mr. make a grown b+tch want a young n+gga, yeah
make a borin’ b+tch want a fun n+gga
yeah, make a good girl want a drug dealer
you ain’t never runnin’ out when you the plug, n+gga, yeah
mr. make a grown b+tch want a young n+gga, yeah
make a borin’ b+tch want a fun n+gga
yeah, make a good girl want a drug dealer (yeah)
you ain’t never runnin’ out when you the plug, n+gga (never)
[verse 3]
we ain’t never runnin’ out, let these n+ggas run they mouth
yeah, i do this sh+t for real, they just do it for the clout
you see everything i rap about when you see me out
baby, i don’t need location, i already know the route (yeah)
all you smell is jo malone when you in my house
ain’t talkin’ you to death, your homegirl can probably vouch, yeah
i’m a hot mess
call me a dog, pull up, drop ‘vette
wrist out the window with the top back, n+gga
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