Letras NSA - Summrs

NSA

Wasn’t 'posed to be all this\nWasn’t 'posed to be no strings attached\nUh-huh, uh-huh\nAnd I fuck with you the long way, you know that\nWasn’t 'posed to be all this\nWasn’t 'posed to be no strings attached\nYou wasn’t 'posed to give me this much off my back\nIt remind me of the last time that it had went bad\nIt fuck up my trust and I shut everyone down\nThe meds only thing I depend on to help me out\nI love when you wear that, baby, it bring you out\nI’m not used to this, you gotta help me out\nI’m not, I’m not, I’m not\nI’m not, I’m not used to this, baby girl, you gotta help me out\nOh, oh, I’m not used to this, baby girl, you gotta help me out\nYou the baddest in my eyes, hands down\nSo baby take your pants down\nIn a highrise, you ain’t in a ran down\nYou off-campus, in my hands now\nTell these pussy ass niggas, «Shut up»\nThey ain’t even really what’s up\nThirty five on my fucking wrist, bitch, tell these mans get your bands up\nYou old ass niggas need to man up\nSee me in person, be fanned up\nAnd I don’t really like to be on camera but you can take it for the 'Gram, yeah\nShe using my lingo, she love my grammar\nSo I’ma let her hold the hammer\nI’ll put 'em up for you but would you write me when I’m jammed up?\nYeah, I’m finna go in\nCartier wrist, it’s frozen\nNiggas be nosing\nOff the lean, dozing\nGet a cream soda, pour fours in\nBitch, I be cozing\nLil' Rino, I’m chosen\nBitch, I don’t never be voting\nBitch, I be focused\nBy myself, yeah, I’m nodding off in a Redeye, probably couldn’t control it\nI really love dead guys\nWe just smoke dead guys, roll up, put 'em in the damn sky, oh yeah\nAnd I fuck with you the long way, you know that\nWasn’t 'posed to be all this, wasn’t 'posed to be no strings attached\nAnd I’m sipping on drank, got me so attached\nThink I’ma fall back 'cause I’m falling in love too fast\nYou wasn’t 'posed to be all that