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ryan trey - spelman music (freestyle) lyrics
[intro]
i think i should talk to you like this
yeah
[verse 1]
what’s the vibes?
atl, summertime
where you from? what’s your sign?
what’s your school? what’s it like?
i’m just tryna, uh
i’m just tryna get the vibe
wait, you said what school? aka certified
leave your ride, hop in mine, ridin’ down 85
oh, you said your n_gga callin’?
get your phone, hit decline
oh, you really hit decline? d_mn
and that’s when i knew right there (tuh)
yeah
[verse 2]
meet my guys
that my dawg, that’s my slime
this one mob, he be fried
you can hang anytime
if you call then slide
spring, summer, wintertime
twenty_four, three_sixty_fivе
i’m just tryna touch with you
love with you, f_ck with you
get your nails done, b_tch
i ain’t mеan to call you b_tch
i’m just tryna city ride
you know i’m a city guy
sunny called, he say, “it’s live”
what you on? you tryna slide?
drink somethin’, pour somethin’
light somethin’, smoke somethin’
way you lookin’ right now, know you tryna post somethin’
who and all your friends is? might just call the rolls for ’em
used to want the cullinan, now i got both of ’em
up in the hotel lobby
n_ggas can’t get in, sorry
paparazzi might stop us, end up on inside
young n_gga, come in ‘rari
and she said, “this the way you comin’, ryan?” (huh)
[verse 3]
elevator to the top
kanye and jamie foxx
love below speaker box
rose petals for the spot
candles, i don’t get it hot
tell me how to hit it, ah
turn you ’round and flip it, ah
we ain’t tryna [?], ah
women tryna come to, ah
how many times can i dive?
spring, summer, wintertime
twenty_four, three_sixty_five
give you a lil’ piece of mind
i’m just tryna make you mine
make you laugh, make you smile
[verse 4]
but i’m a thug on the inside, in atlanta so live
hoes tryna f_ck gang, n_ggas tryna [?]
i’m just tryna lock in right with you, have a good time
i’m just tryna lay my tongue on you ’cause you so fine
glad your exes didn’t know what to do, their bread so light
whole time she got her own ride, don’t need a co_sign
hold up, the drinks we poured up, it got us too up
you know that that ain’t friend if she don’t help you throw up
i wouldn’t really call it real love if she don’t show up
preachin’ like the vatican
god want me to ask again
what’s up bull? what’s happenin’?
can i be a menace? sh_t
and i know you’re a little lit right now
if you can’t make the decisions right now then
you got my number
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