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Notice Video (MV)




Performed By: Damon Neal & Trey Flowers
Language: English
Length: 1:29
Written by: Damon Neal




Damon Neal & Trey Flowers - Notice Lyrics




Yea
Uh, Uh
Yessir
How I came up
Noticed danger
I've been balling
Off a lay up
Bitch we stay up
Got her calling on her day off
She my nasty slut
Like it wild, like rodeo
Like it thick, like my bank roll
Or a kankle
Broke down sticky, so I can't roll
How that plane go

Up
Up like I broke through the attic
Up like a broom, I made magic
Up like balloon, you can't grab this
High as a bitch
How he so cool like Atlantic
Stay on some booty like panties
That shit's off my chest like I'm Janet
We ball, we space jammin'
She chocolate, eye candy
Wolfy, he stay cool, constant fanning
I'm up from the bottom, no Sammie
Swear I aint landing
I dealt good with cards like I'm Gambit
Don't take shit for granted
Grew from my seeds that I planted
We hustled and grind, it took planning
My mind, visionary
Artist with war, military
You try us, that's obituary

How I came up
Noticed danger
I've been balling
Off a lay up
Bitch we stay up
Got her calling on her day off
She my nasty slut
Like it wild, like rodeo
Like it thick, like my bank roll
Or a kankle
Broke down sticky, so I can't roll
How that plane go
Up
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Yea
Uh, Uh
Yessir
How I came up
Noticed danger
I've been balling
Off a lay up
Bitch we stay up
Got her calling on her day off
She my nasty slut
Like it wild, like rodeo
Like it thick, like my bank roll
Or a kankle
Broke down sticky, so I can't roll
How that plane go

Up
Up like I broke through the attic
Up like a broom, I made magic
Up like balloon, you can't grab this
High as a bitch
How he so cool like Atlantic
Stay on some booty like panties
That shit's off my chest like I'm Janet
We ball, we space jammin'
She chocolate, eye candy
Wolfy, he stay cool, constant fanning
I'm up from the bottom, no Sammie
Swear I aint landing
I dealt good with cards like I'm Gambit
Don't take shit for granted
Grew from my seeds that I planted
We hustled and grind, it took planning
My mind, visionary
Artist with war, military
You try us, that's obituary

How I came up
Noticed danger
I've been balling
Off a lay up
Bitch we stay up
Got her calling on her day off
She my nasty slut
Like it wild, like rodeo
Like it thick, like my bank roll
Or a kankle
Broke down sticky, so I can't roll
How that plane go
Up
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Writer: Damon Neal
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