Felly - 7th King lyrics

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Felly - 7th King lyrics

[Intro] "Whats yo, whats yo occupation?" "Currently unemployed" "That's alright, most people are" [Hook] Hey. Riding like I'm s'posed to And everybody knows that you a stranger I'm on my worst behavior Aye, that's o-kay And momma said don't come home.. smelling like you come from Jamaica So I'll be home way later Don't you, worry 'bout me, no.. nah [Verse 1: Felly] Grew up on that old school, aye now I mix that sh** that get me paid up We made up I do this sh** on my own I'll never take favors, no way Lord help me if I ever do She work my nerves and tease my crew, I like it though Shorty be so like-a-ble Check it out, uh On a beat like this, rolling up a spliff in the parking lot Never gon' step in that barber shop And I'mma sip the wet whether they card or not They won't leave me 'lone And don't call my phone I ain't peepin', no It won't be too long before she turn me on And my lady wanna ride with me She ain't feeling used to saying bye to me No, she was getting used to getting high with me Take a flight, she be that Lucy in the sky for me And so I'm [Hook] Hey. Riding like I'm s'posed to.. and everybody knows that you a stranger I'm on my worst behavior Aye, thats o-kay And momma said don't come home.. smelling like you come from Jamaica So I'll be home way later Don't you, worry 'bout me [Outro] I'mma be like ooh ooh ooh ooh ohoh I said ooh ooh ooh ooh OOH Girl, and she be so fine, she be so fine She be all on my mind, all on my mind So I'm riding like I'm s'posed to