Cool Breeze Celly & A-Hatz - Meet You lyrics

rate me

Yeah, on the track of my niggers hot

Getting money, we getting hoes

We getting out while wooing style

In the streets like robots

Drinking train like 6 o’clock

Two hoes, the both bounce

We gonna hit’em like over jam shots

We balling hard and we sleeping light

My girls he sleeping fix

He let’em do...

All night we staying up

At the top we pretty funk

Cold messing like cold lunch

Go don’t on the king touch

Spit the swisha and roll up

I ain’t smoking bout 5 months

X man he want me

That man, co-cut

In boy like padlocks

Deuce screw, I’m screwed up

Got the puffing, no hating nigger

They hating nigger, they times up

I’m paddles up, I then lost count

Pussy wet, and I’m about to drown

I beat it up and then I beat it down

I’m in that girl like ultrasound

Riding around my city boy

2 chainz like titty boy

She know I love that goody here

So I relax like a lazy boy

Still a rock, fuck the throne

All my niggers got an Iphone

I admit it’s a rare bone

So I admire language goes out of stone

Nigger drunk, fuck being solo

Bleed out, put me in a coma

Yeah that girl, that good be

More the feeling like hangovers

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

I know I’m complicated

In general I’m better if I’m implicated

My bitches love it, can’t get enough of it

I feel above it

But mama hate it

Ass so big it look photo shopped

It’s like a movie, no Robocop

Get her top off, make her believe it

That’s cabin fever

I found a diva

She has to get bought

I said pay his fever

...so if she listening

I’m a keeper

She in a free day

Imma teach her

Ionize, like I’m the preacher

She don’t talk

Her pussy the speaker

And after we fuck

We pop that reef

Smoke on me over

Try your luck

We should calm down

I pick her up

Back with the codeine

We mix it up

Some night I usually ...

She probably can’t feel them

I make mistakes, at least I can admit’em

I’m not trying to avoid’em, I’m trying to live them

They always say what they do to me

But nothing they do is ever new to me

They see the lights and the jewelry

I’m out of town with tom foolery

I recall the face but never the names

You always feel good but never the same

Have the soak on the memories

So I’ll remember her like she remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you