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Performed By: Solar Sins
Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Sydney White




Solar Sins - REAL Lyrics




Tick, tock, tick, tock, tock Hold on, hold on, hold on
The end of everything

Nigga, f*ck is you saying
What you mean you ain't paying
On to the next, bout to find me a real trick
It don't get no better than this
He found him a real bitch
Ain't no slipping up, nigga
I know where to find you

Better get you a guard, sucker
Might need em for me

Ain't none of these bitches
Can keep you from me

I pull up with the shit
I can't leave you be

You're good for my mental
Think I need therapy

Nigga, f*ck is you saying
What you mean you ain't paying
On to the next, bout to find me a real trick
It don't get no better than this
He found him a real bitch
Ain't no slipping up, nigga
I know where to find you

You know he obsessed, he love him some me
He keep all my pictures
Keep it in his gallery

I'm lovin' this pressure
It do some to me
We goin' all night, think I need ice
Ouue

Ain't f*ckin' with niggas
He got all I need ( complete )
Key to my heart
Ain't no unlockin' this shit

He know that I'm his
I do what he say ( say )

When he tell me come here
He bout to go in

Nigga f*ck is you saying
What you mean you ain't paying
On to the next, bout to find me a real trick
It don't get no better than this
He found him a real bitch
Ain't no slipping up, nigga
I know where to find you

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hol on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
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Tick, tock, tick, tock, tock Hold on, hold on, hold on
The end of everything

Nigga, f*ck is you saying
What you mean you ain't paying
On to the next, bout to find me a real trick
It don't get no better than this
He found him a real bitch
Ain't no slipping up, nigga
I know where to find you

Better get you a guard, sucker
Might need em for me

Ain't none of these bitches
Can keep you from me

I pull up with the shit
I can't leave you be

You're good for my mental
Think I need therapy

Nigga, f*ck is you saying
What you mean you ain't paying
On to the next, bout to find me a real trick
It don't get no better than this
He found him a real bitch
Ain't no slipping up, nigga
I know where to find you

You know he obsessed, he love him some me
He keep all my pictures
Keep it in his gallery

I'm lovin' this pressure
It do some to me
We goin' all night, think I need ice
Ouue

Ain't f*ckin' with niggas
He got all I need ( complete )
Key to my heart
Ain't no unlockin' this shit

He know that I'm his
I do what he say ( say )

When he tell me come here
He bout to go in

Nigga f*ck is you saying
What you mean you ain't paying
On to the next, bout to find me a real trick
It don't get no better than this
He found him a real bitch
Ain't no slipping up, nigga
I know where to find you

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hol on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
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Writer: Sydney White
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