He 50 shades of me his gallery.
You should call that Malary
Say he wanna bow fa me
He Wanna leave the town with me
Wanna make a child with me
Say he's really down fa me
Run shit ; run a mile with me
Stacks we on that countery
Take me down to Calvery
Take off he gone Bounce with me
Roll up ; blow a Once with me
Then Scroll back through my gallery
Baby you know what it do
He Scroll and salute ahhh
Cause He know I'm the truth
Packing you know I got juice
You know it at loose nahhh
Whew Got me gone of the Duce
Shitting on hoes yoga pose
Water fused with some rose
Aye
Make my skin look like gold
Keeping them woes on they toes
Mala oils in dem nose
Yeah
Scents that lic out dem clothes
She Cook clean , get green, do her own ting
She work , twerk , network & rap and she sing . Tell his boys all about me , only hide me In his gallery . Say he need releasing , tell em gon a head and Shower me
Infinite flow
Ima infinite being
Celestial glow
They be seeing me beaming
Progress my reflection
Perfect my direction
Say no to Possession
Just bless your Collection
I bust out the shea , oil it up for my bae
Center fold in his phone cause he love how I slay . Press record on his phone as we act Up and play. tell him baby hold on while I puff on the jay
He 50 shades of me his gallery.
You should call that Malary
Say he wanna bow fa me
He Wanna leave the town with me
Wanna make a child with me
Say he's really down fa me
Run shit ; run a mile with me
Stacks we on that countery
Take me down to Calvery
Take off he gone Bounce with me
Roll up ; blow a Once with me
Then Scroll back through my gallery
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He 50 shades of me his gallery.
You should call that Malary
Say he wanna bow fa me
He Wanna leave the town with me
Wanna make a child with me
Say he's really down fa me
Run shit ; run a mile with me
Stacks we on that countery
Take me down to Calvery
Take off he gone Bounce with me
Roll up ; blow a Once with me
Then Scroll back through my gallery
Baby you know what it do
He Scroll and salute ahhh
Cause He know I'm the truth
Packing you know I got juice
You know it at loose nahhh
Whew Got me gone of the Duce
Shitting on hoes yoga pose
Water fused with some rose
Aye
Make my skin look like gold
Keeping them woes on they toes
Mala oils in dem nose
Yeah
Scents that lic out dem clothes
She Cook clean , get green, do her own ting
She work , twerk , network & rap and she sing . Tell his boys all about me , only hide me In his gallery . Say he need releasing , tell em gon a head and Shower me
Infinite flow
Ima infinite being
Celestial glow
They be seeing me beaming
Progress my reflection
Perfect my direction
Say no to Possession
Just bless your Collection
I bust out the shea , oil it up for my bae
Center fold in his phone cause he love how I slay . Press record on his phone as we act Up and play. tell him baby hold on while I puff on the jay
He 50 shades of me his gallery.
You should call that Malary
Say he wanna bow fa me
He Wanna leave the town with me
Wanna make a child with me
Say he's really down fa me
Run shit ; run a mile with me
Stacks we on that countery
Take me down to Calvery
Take off he gone Bounce with me
Roll up ; blow a Once with me
Then Scroll back through my gallery
You should call that Malary
Say he wanna bow fa me
He Wanna leave the town with me
Wanna make a child with me
Say he's really down fa me
Run shit ; run a mile with me
Stacks we on that countery
Take me down to Calvery
Take off he gone Bounce with me
Roll up ; blow a Once with me
Then Scroll back through my gallery
Baby you know what it do
He Scroll and salute ahhh
Cause He know I'm the truth
Packing you know I got juice
You know it at loose nahhh
Whew Got me gone of the Duce
Shitting on hoes yoga pose
Water fused with some rose
Aye
Make my skin look like gold
Keeping them woes on they toes
Mala oils in dem nose
Yeah
Scents that lic out dem clothes
She Cook clean , get green, do her own ting
She work , twerk , network & rap and she sing . Tell his boys all about me , only hide me In his gallery . Say he need releasing , tell em gon a head and Shower me
Infinite flow
Ima infinite being
Celestial glow
They be seeing me beaming
Progress my reflection
Perfect my direction
Say no to Possession
Just bless your Collection
I bust out the shea , oil it up for my bae
Center fold in his phone cause he love how I slay . Press record on his phone as we act Up and play. tell him baby hold on while I puff on the jay
He 50 shades of me his gallery.
You should call that Malary
Say he wanna bow fa me
He Wanna leave the town with me
Wanna make a child with me
Say he's really down fa me
Run shit ; run a mile with me
Stacks we on that countery
Take me down to Calvery
Take off he gone Bounce with me
Roll up ; blow a Once with me
Then Scroll back through my gallery
Writer: Brea Stapleton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid