" Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder "
Huh, We the Guys
Huh, Y'all always flee
Huh, We The Guys
Take off, Take off
I walk around with that pack on ( That sack on me)
N*ggas be like god damn, y'all always flee
I walk around with that pack on (That sack on me)
N*ggas be like god damn, y'all always flee
We some young n*ggas that got it
Young n*ggas that got
We some young n*ggas that got it
Young n*ggas that got it
We some young n*ggas that got it
Young n*ggas that got it
We some young n*ggas that got it
Huh,
All us got clout, so you know that we legit
I link up with lil B, he pouring up a fifth
My n*ggas swell, he living well, he been with the sh*ts
And I'm fire, I didn't retire, and I'm still doing hits
We den get flee, (Huh) do it every week
Tonight, call them hoes over, so we can all tweet
My name in the streets cause I be making beats
A million views on youtube, tell hater rest in peace
Lil eater hoe, get back, we spitting y'all like kit kats
Getting head while I sit back, I'm focused on the bag
You niggas frontin' like Sinbad
Got a grown b*tch, she been bad
In a lemon jag, we poppin tags
But I ain't tryin brag
I walk around with that pack on (That sack on me)
N*ggas be like god damn, y'all always flee
I walk around with that pack on (That sack on me)
N*ggas be like god damn, y'all always flee
We some young n*ggas that got it
Young n*ggas that got
We some young n*ggas that got it
Young n*ggas that got it
We some young n*ggas that got it
Young n*ggas that got it
Quamaine, Neo, and Iman was turning up on the stage as they bopped to Flee by The Guys. Everybody in the club was having a good time, "Baby, why you just sitting down on your throne, come on let's turn up." Quamaine helped me out my seat and we started dancing up against each other
He grabbed my waist as I grinded on him to the song. I loved the way his body felt against mine. I wanted to grab his hand and led him into the bathroom, but that was the teenage me. I'm eight-teen now and I wanted to so myself some respect. But the doors were all open for him to force himself on me.
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