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Grand-O - Miss Me lyrics

Artist: Grand-O

album: The Sunny Side


She played them games from the jump
I only wanted to fuck
She looked me dead in my eyes
When she picked that shit up
She like the feeling, the rush
She not the type for the club
It's the quiet ones that do the most
You whip out the cuffs
I brought the remmy and the clicquot
While she grabbing the cups
A couple drinks got us buzzed
And now we falling in love
That pussy softer than plush
She sore, I tore that shit up
But, fuck I almost nutted
When she backed that shit up
And I could tell ya special
I could tell ya different
I could tell you 'bout this shit
And you just want commitment
Sometimes, I be a dog
Sometimes, I want a lady
And I can't tell the difference
And it's making me feel crazy
That's just an observation
I could be too faded
I could be paranoid
Or the ops surveilling
There's never right or wrong
Just make some good decisions
Cause when ya time will come
You know you killed the mission
Rollin up, I'm rolling up
These niggas wanna diss me
One by one they rolling up
These bitches wanna kiss me
Take a shot and hope to die
The Cuervo hit my kidney
If I plopped and died tonight
I wonder if they'll miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
Miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
Miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
Miss me
Rollin up, I'm rolling up
These niggas wanna diss me
One by one they rolling up
These bitches wanna kiss me
Take a shot and hope to die
The Cuervo hit my kidney
If I plopped and died tonight
I wonder if they'll miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
Miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
Miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
Miss me
I wonder when I posted it
If you stop or keep on scrolling
Wonder if you're close to me
And wanna get to know me
Wanna know if I can grow
Or if you want the old me
I don't know, my mind just goes
It always got me worried
Wonder if my time is close
And if it's in a hurry
Wonder when my time will come
And if you're ever worried
If they caught me slippin'
And the oppas come and merk me
I wonder if you're worried
It's darkness in the room
And the room goes quiet
You won't see malice
But it tend to get violent
And niggas go viral and
Then tend to go silent
If I ever get my ends
Well, then I'm buying an island
I swear I'll never consign it
I'm buying straight up in cash
I treat the beat like a stripper
When she shaking her ass
I put the bars in her pussy
While I'm making it last
My homie stay with a skinny bitch
And swear she got ass
I went from nada to dollars
I'm really making it cash
I made my dollars make dollars
And now they whipping some ass
I made a dollar from nada
I made a dollar from scratch
And if it wasn't for my papa
Wouldn't be none of that
Ouu like a fiend I relapse
Ouu with my team I do that
We really bouncing out the dope
We put the sco on the map
They really wanted to struggle
But when it comes to the struggle
No one embracing the struggle
They cuddle sleep under covers
Rollin up, I'm rolling up
These niggas wanna diss me
One by one they rolling up
These bitches wanna kiss me
Take a shot and hope to die
The Cuervo hit my kidney
If I plopped and died tonight
I wonder if they'll miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
Miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
Miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
I wonder if they'll miss me
Miss me

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