26.6 Lyrics – Jay33d, 4nima

26.6 Lyrics by Jay33d, 4nima

(Yeah let me know what you think but, you know I been going low, going fast b#tch but)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
(Yuh)
Took her to my room, shawty always on that bad sh#t

Never gave a f#ck, too cold how I like it
Sitting on my thighs, her #ss on my private
Moving got me tense, shawty we can’t do that now sh#t
Searching for her place, in my pants that’s my motto

Always on my page, girl you like how I go low
Tell her that we friends but I think that she know though
Girl I ain’t yours but she smiling at my photo
Pick up your phone, yeah girl I’m tryna call you

Looking all slick, #ss tight with that broad view
Chain on my neck, too bright got it brand new
I can’t decide if she want it or she can’t chew
Too many verses got me lined up now

Shawty throw it back, I can’t pound it now
My tee too black, got me drowsy now
I ain’t gotta lie she bе lousy now
Driving round the streets, to my place instead

Black rosе, white dress, cute face, it’s that
D10, got that paper, roll it up, smoke that
I ain’t tryna be nice but I could play that
Lafite out the bottle, like I ain’t tryna drink it

Dress too boujee, like I can’t even see it
Pass to the back, like girl I’m just seein
Always on my mind, pain got myself drinking, yuh
Girl I ain’t tryna f#ck yeah

Red cups of that sprite yeah
Money got my mind hazy
Champagne through the night, yeah
Shawty threw it back, yuh

Keep a .40 never lack, yuh
Take a break from the love
Eyes rolling back you’re in love with the lust, yuh
Sin city, crime city, all the same sh#t

All my demons holding on to a {?}
f#ck love, don’t got time for no fake sh#t
But she could get it off, she know she a bad b#tch
And I’ve never been the type of demon just to let it out

I can take your b#tch tonight in the morning, sh#t I’m out
No love is worth my time
It’s poison that’s senile
I’m on my demon sh#t

Don’t care ’bout demon time, yuh
I ain’t tryna f#ck yeah
Red cups of the sprite yeah
Money got my mind hazy

Champagne through the night, yeah
Girl I ain’t tryna f#ck yeah
Red cups of the sprite yeah
Money got my mind hazy

Champagne through the night, yeah
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Jay33d, 4nima Lyrics – 26.6

Jay33d, 4nima

26.6