Yo, Volar
This shit we doing is legendary
A new tape every February, uh
I just gotta cut my ties with these bad vibes, give no replies
I'm starting to question God, I'm looking up to the sky
My ex said she loved me right before she said goodbye
So I can never trust nothing, everything is a lie
And when I get with the money I multiply and divide
Pie for all my guys
Blessings in disguise
When I look in her eyes, my stomach get butterflies
She the prettiest flower this garden could've supplied
So I'm Melo with the shot, just hoping that she reply
"Hi," dot dot
Audi, drop top
Everybody want love 'til Cupid give 'em a shot
What's a f*cking heartbreak when love is all that we got
Plus a crooked president, and a nation that's still in shock
Boy I feel like Barack
Boy I feel like Barack
I'm for you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you, store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn
I just want more, you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn yeah
Uh, Back up, double park the shit
Labels only hit me up if you want partnership
Hella fans, Ace Volar starter kit
Hella bands, and I ain't even start with shit
She say I'ma star and shit, I'm going far and shit
I couldn't even argue it, look at my car and shit
I'm sitting high, a gangsta ride blades
If you ain't gon' ride fly, then you might as well hate, let's go
I'm for you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you, store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn
I just want more, you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn yeah
Ace Volar - I'm 4 You Lyrics
Ace Volar - I'm 4 You Lyrics
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Yo, Volar
This shit we doing is legendary
A new tape every February, uh
I just gotta cut my ties with these bad vibes, give no replies
I'm starting to question God, I'm looking up to the sky
My ex said she loved me right before she said goodbye
So I can never trust nothing, everything is a lie
And when I get with the money I multiply and divide
Pie for all my guys
Blessings in disguise
When I look in her eyes, my stomach get butterflies
She the prettiest flower this garden could've supplied
So I'm Melo with the shot, just hoping that she reply
"Hi," dot dot
Audi, drop top
Everybody want love 'til Cupid give 'em a shot
What's a f*cking heartbreak when love is all that we got
Plus a crooked president, and a nation that's still in shock
Boy I feel like Barack
Boy I feel like Barack
I'm for you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you, store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn
I just want more, you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn yeah
Uh, Back up, double park the shit
Labels only hit me up if you want partnership
Hella fans, Ace Volar starter kit
Hella bands, and I ain't even start with shit
She say I'ma star and shit, I'm going far and shit
I couldn't even argue it, look at my car and shit
I'm sitting high, a gangsta ride blades
If you ain't gon' ride fly, then you might as well hate, let's go
I'm for you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you, store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn
I just want more, you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn yeah
This shit we doing is legendary
A new tape every February, uh
I just gotta cut my ties with these bad vibes, give no replies
I'm starting to question God, I'm looking up to the sky
My ex said she loved me right before she said goodbye
So I can never trust nothing, everything is a lie
And when I get with the money I multiply and divide
Pie for all my guys
Blessings in disguise
When I look in her eyes, my stomach get butterflies
She the prettiest flower this garden could've supplied
So I'm Melo with the shot, just hoping that she reply
"Hi," dot dot
Audi, drop top
Everybody want love 'til Cupid give 'em a shot
What's a f*cking heartbreak when love is all that we got
Plus a crooked president, and a nation that's still in shock
Boy I feel like Barack
Boy I feel like Barack
I'm for you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you, store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn
I just want more, you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn yeah
Uh, Back up, double park the shit
Labels only hit me up if you want partnership
Hella fans, Ace Volar starter kit
Hella bands, and I ain't even start with shit
She say I'ma star and shit, I'm going far and shit
I couldn't even argue it, look at my car and shit
I'm sitting high, a gangsta ride blades
If you ain't gon' ride fly, then you might as well hate, let's go
I'm for you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you, store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn
I just want more, you
Baby I really adore you
Pull out the Canon, record you
I got some big shit in store for you
Baby I'm for you
All of your ex's want more, you
Ass like you Texas were born, you
Look like a model from porn, baby I'm torn yeah
Writer: DeChristopher Wyche
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