Yung Keeta - Sum 4 u

Man, man

{chorus: keeta}
I got something for you
I can't tell you that i like you
I got something for you
Can't even tell 'em that you like me girl your fucking with me
If these bitches ask about you i say i adore you
I guess that's a problem that i carry
Keep 'em with me
I keep the semi
Heard they talking down
Tell 'em get up with me
One call with you got a grown man grinning
She get bands too, you can say we both winning

{verse 1: keeta}
You remind me
Of the pink hearts
Baby we could restart
Valentines day card inside your trackhawk
Fuck it in the back of the track, it's a blast off
Fuck her in the front of the tesla we can't crash dawg
You're the first one that i think about every time i don't mind
Tell me what to do you know i'm on that timing
You might piss me off, and in that case i chime in
Til' death do we part
Baby tell me-

{chorus: keeta}
I got something for you
I can't tell you that i like you
I got something for you
Can't even tell 'em that you like me girl your fucking with me
If these bitches ask about you i say i adore you
I guess that's a problem that i carry
Keep 'em with me
I keep the semi
Heard they talking down
Tell 'em get up with me
One call with you got a grown man grinning
She get bands too, you can say we both winning

{verse 2: jahhlu}
You can say we both winning
Music all i got
I done put my soul in it
You smile a lot
So i guess we both winning
And i can't go, nah nah nah
Unless that girl just go with me
Act
I get that
I gotta go get a bag for the niggas that said i would never get to the bank
All of my niggas we smoking on gas, and we smoking exotic we smokin' on (?...)
You up in the comments you hating on me but you don't got no money lil' nigga you lame
One in the same, oh
They gon' hate ya' 'cause they ain't ya'
Thinkin' this part of they nature
Choppa go up and then pop a lil' shot in his top it feel like a taper
Shooting and scoring and balling on niggas i feel like i play for the lakers
He say that he stay with a blick but he don't got a blick 'cause that boy is a faker

{chorus: keeta}
I got something for you
I can't tell you that i like you
I got something for you
Can't even tell 'em that you like me girl your fucking with me
If these bitches ask about you i say i adore you
I guess that's a problem that i carry
Keep 'em with me
I keep the semi
Heard they talking down
Tell 'em get up with me
One call with you got a grown man grinning
She get bands too, you can say we both winning