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4 U Lyrics - Singles - Sebastian Mikael

Two bands for the red bottoms 

Go where rollie live they get that good good got em, yeah 

Ain't no comparison 

Ricky air is in the condo in the mandarin 

First, know I'm putting in the work 

Then I lay back 'cause I wanna see 

That's when I holla church 

Black bottle boss, tell her put it in reverse 

 

Baby (wassup?) 

Standing over there 

Resting your high heels 

If gorgeousness was money 

Your face would be on that bill 

Call me dumb or cray 

Long as you call me out someday 

You got me thinking like you're thinking make me lose my cool 

 

No, I don't care then 

To I don't care who 

But you gon make me do what I usually don't do 

Make me pump my breaks 

And do whatever it takes 

Make you my main, that's every day 

Girl you poppin' I won't stop for you 

 

I don't even say this often 

But fuck it I'll leave all my girls just for you 

Cupid got me, shot me 

Your booty got me only order for you 

I don't even say this often 

But fuck it I'll leave all my girls just for you 

I put that on my mother 

I wanna love you, I'll leave all them for you 

 

Baby when you get dressed 

I can see your L.A. Business 

While we in Miami, I beat it so good 

Want your body to win a Grammy girl 

But the girls can't do what you do 

From the time ? 

You got me thinking like I'm thinking, make me lose my cool 

 

No, I don't care then 

To I don't care who 

But you gon' make me do what I usually don't do 

Make me pump my breaks 

And do whatever it takes 

You my main, that's every day 

Girl you poppin' I won't stop for you 

 

I don't even say this often 

But fuck it I'll leave all my girls just for you 

Cupid got me, shot me 

Your booty got me only order for you 

I don't even say this often 

But fuck it I'll leave all my girls just for you 

I put that on my mother 

I wanna love you, I'll leave all them for you 

 

The boss is back 

Make you a rich girl 

Wanna hold on to me just to ride, girl 

Big cars, drug money and cigars 

My whole way was all just a montage 

Can I paint a picture? 

Do that, do that really miss ya 

I wanna make this official 

Make love til you cry oh my here's a tissue 

Now ride with a thug, pistol on tuck 

Ridin' in the Wraith, LV on the rug 

Carol City G, well-known overseas 

Tell me what you wanna see and I could sit it on the seat 

Spend it on a car, now I spend it on your feet 

Ear master ? Bumpin all in my Jeep 

Ugh, you can hear it in the Jeans 

And you can see it in my eyes, it's a hundred million street 

I'm the boss 

 

I don't even say this often 

But fuck it I'll leave all my girls just for you 

Cupid got me, shot me 

Your booty got me only order for you 

I don't even say this often 

But fuck it I'll leave all my girls just for you 

I put that on my mother 

I wanna love you, I'll leave all them for you 

 

I don't even say this often 

But fuck it I'll leave all my girls just for you 

Cupid got me, shot me 

Your booty got me only order for you 

I don't even say this often 

But fuck it I'll leave all my girls just for you 

I put that on my mother 

I wanna love you, I'll leave all them for you 

 

(I love you baby) 

(For you) 

(For you) 

(For you) 

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