brandUn DeShay - Wish Me Luck! feat. DOM KENNEDY & TiRon [Prod. brandUn DeShay] | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay]
I ain't really trying to play no games, girl, you bomb as hell
Your outfits stupid fly, that's blonde as hell
I can tell we got chemistry, we bondin' well
And I ain't only trying to hit, Barry Bonds as well
But I'm a different kind of guy; we all got wings
He a bug, I'm a bird, that's a different kind of fly
I'm looking in your eye and I can see that you like it
Sixteen bars and I ain't even have to write this
Some things just expire, you seem to have that effect on me
I know we gon' last, cause you the best fo' me
Save the best for last
I know you know the saying, think of this as closed captioning
See what I'm saying? Usually it's how I can call it
I'm the tower of Pisa, it just seem like I'm fallin'
In love, but A: awesome
B: beautiful, C: creative, D: Damn, girl, you all of the above, I swear

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Told her I make rap songs, it ain't just for the club
Real street shit, it ain't just for the thugs
She said she heard 25th and how different it was
And that it's cool I'm from the hood, but I be switching it up
I said "Yeah, miss, plus I could rock the stage
And I would love to be your friend if you unblock your page"
[?] all across the stage
So let me get that high-chest so I can watch you, dang
That Hard Work single, it get lots of play
Trying to get my pockets fat, baby, watch your weight
Hey Susan
I really hope I meet you in Houston, I'm hoopin'
I mean ballin'
And every girl that I meet in New Orleans, while I'm tourin'
I adore them
But I only came here to see Morgan, or was it Jordan? It's not important...

[Verse 3: TiRon]
It's the... well, can't quite describe it
But I can't hide it, can't quite deny it, no
You know the feeling you be feeling
When you feeling them, they feeling you?
Beautiful... Wait, I mean special
Unless you object
See, I only see as touchin' 'til we sufferin', suck and pass
Roll another, puff and pass, bring the ashtray
And I wouldn't trade this moment for the cash, fame, fortune
Fast lane Porsches, so gorgeous, I'm adorin' if you only had a portion
More addicted to snortin'
More addicted to smokin'
No, this is not a opus
I'm just open to everything she got and what she hopin' for
And for the record, I'm more than what I was before
I met her, and no, no, I could never ignore
That's why I message her, so she know I'm thinking 'bout her
Like how sweet it is to be loved by you

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