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NBA YoungBoy – How You Want It

Исполнители: NBA YoungBoy
Альбомы: NBA YoungBoy – Still Flexin, Still Steppin
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Текст NBA YoungBoy – How You Want It

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Even though I want them niggas dead, that’s all (Yeah, for sure)
Nah, for real though
I’m all alone and I’m thinking ’bout you
How you feel (Slatt)

I say, you gotta tell me what you don’t like
I might do it a couple times again, but I’ll get it right

Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don’t let this shit be ’bout no money, baby
(Don’t let this shit be ’bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (All you do is keep it real)

I’m goin’ insane, ain’t askin’ no main ’cause that shit lame
And I’m tired of playing games, if you want me, then make a change
‘Cause all this back and forth shit, it done brought too much of pain
Fuck all them hoes I fuck with, I want you to be my main, I’m just sayin’
Xanax, Percocet, and plus that lean
Got me acting all type of ways, make you think shit that it don’t seem
I got hoes screamin’ my name wherever I’m steppin’ on the scene
I just hope I’m who you want ’cause I want you on side of me (Lil Top, ayy, ayy, YoungBoy)

Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don’t let this shit be ’bout no money, baby
(Don’t let this shit be ’bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (All you do is keep it real)

Tell me how you want it, baby, tell me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real

Somewhat abusive, let’s be trill

When I’m out here in that field
This pistol make a nigga chill (Bitch, what?)
But I be wantin’ my bae right here
Got diamonds from mouth to my ear
If she ain’t there, I don’t appear
Where you at? I’ll be right there
I pay that cost to fly a Lear
My niggas got bad bitches, be around me
They all wanna fuck on a nigga
Sometimes I get dirty
Sometimes I think of you and tell ’em, «Don’t touch on a nigga,» yeah
Compared to you, I know that it’s wrong
I love how they lovin’ a nigga, yeah
These bitches ain’t shit, don’t wan’ be alone
Fuck ’round, take her home with a nigga, damn

Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don’t let this shit be ’bout no money, baby
(Don’t let this shit be ’bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (All you do is keep it real)

Tell me how you want it, baby, tell me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real

Альбом

NBA YoungBoy – Still Flexin, Still Steppin