Testi Our World - SOLE

Our World

Yo yo, yo I come clean and cut\n5'6"and buff\nNot an ounce of fat\nHave you fiendin' like smack\nLove to hit it from the back\nKnew you way before I tips that\nFirst friends, then lovers, undercovers, I plush flats\nYou copped the bezels that match\nThat ice your Rolley to the max\nUnderstand for you, I’ll be the man, let alone the bitch\nLet me catch you out cheatin', I’mma cut off your dick\nYo, nigga, I’m serious\nBaby, you sick, this your shit\nAnd I’mma label you mine\nPlus you a dime, always shine\nBe involved with my crime\nWe had to grind, never understand it’s woman and man\nWe’re from the land to the escalades (nigga get paid!)\nLemonade, Tangaray, never change your ways\nCuz you a dame, keep me sane like a walk in the rain\nTaught to the game from my perspective\nHad you checkin' for snakes\nWith a mutual agreement that we in it to stay\nThis is our world so I’mma ride for you\nWould you ride for me?\nWould you die for me?\nThis is our world Lo, I’mma ride for you\nWould you ride for me?\nWould you die for me?\nYeah, I got your back to the end\nBoy, over backwards, I bent\nAny argument, we commend\nWhen I needed money, you lent\nI’ll be your lover and friend\nYou did your dirt then I grew it\nI stayed there helpin' you through it\nI fucked up too and you knew it\nMany times I thought that you blew it\nBut then you’d always make it right with me\nNo fight with me, forever kept it tight with me\nSometimes you ditched the fellas\nJust to come and ride with me\nThen stripped me down, licked me up, every night with me\nYou never made me feel I owed you for the deeds that you done\nRe-payed you with my loyalty, promised to give you a son\nCan’t nothin' come between us ever boy\nYou know you the one\nAnd love I give you everyday, you know it’s second to none\nSo come and get paid with me, runaway with me\nAnytime you need it, come and lay with me\nEvery day with me, nigga stay with me\nAnytime you want it, have your way with me\nI’m yours\nFor you I’ll stack these chips\nKeep every gat on spit\nGive you the Range, nice things\nWithout the marraige and shit\nYou blow the bitch, I blow her man\nNever expose our plans\nHoldin' hands, rockin' Timberlands\nYour feminist stance\nGot me trance baby\nDonna chick, don’t fuck with Old Navy\nYou couldn’t pay me to find another lady, load the 380\nThese hoes is crazy\nFuck a daisy when I got me a rose\nChalked up, stock broke, still rock our own shows\nPhenominal, me and you\nGive you the keys to the crew\nBubble baths, rub that ass\nYou’ll be squeezin' me too\nNo need for you to stress out, this nigga holdin' his form\nLove my son, I love your daughter too ???\n??? born the same day, in love with Sole'\nRed zone, we held it down\n? for this hot day\nHere to stay 'til we lay 6 feet in graves\nWhoever blow first, hold a torch\nAnd speak in our name