Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song About U , by - Valee. Release date: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
About U |
| I poured up a six again |
| With a bad, bad bitch again |
| Ain’t no tellin' what she on |
| When, when we done with this again |
| ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney |
| Find a bitch that’s thick like this again |
| I congratulate you on my own |
| Buy designer shit like this again |
| Hope you not tryna run up, ‘cause then |
| I won’t hesitate to shoot this bitch |
| All this dope I got, all this dope I got |
| It still ain’t as dope as you |
| Still ain’t as dope as you |
| Hit the streets, stay out |
| Sip that lean, knockout |
| Fuck that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh) |
| And I’m so for real about you (I'm for real about you) |
| And I’m so for real about you (So for real about you) |
| And I’m so for real about you (So for real about you) |
| I won’t go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you) |
| W-wanna stack up your Benjamins |
| But you can’t get set back and shit |
| So you caught a flat on your Benz again |
| Dropped it off, got it fixed again |
| Versace draws on your bitch again |
| Got her on her paws like a pit again |
| Ran off on your plug, oh you did him in |
| Oh nah, she ain’t from here, she not citizen |
| (Not from here at all) |
| All this guap I got, all this guap I got |
| I just might throw it on you |
| Just might throw it on you |
| Gave my son all my 10s again |
| Savin' all his ones again |
| Taught him how to shoot a nine |
| Walked in Gucci, bought a nine in men’s |
| Hit the streets, stay out |
| Sip that lean, knockout |
| Fuck that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh) |
| And I’m so for real about you (I'm for real about you) |
| And I’m so for real about you (So for real about you) |
| And I’m so for real about you (So for real about you) |
| I won’t go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you) |
| Made my old bottom bitch my bottom bitch again |
| Got her back addicted to my wisdom and this dick again |
| I got rich two times in one lifetime, finna get rich again |
| Think it’s ‘bout that time because my palms gettin' that itch again |
| I can’t rub it off, pink molly look like raw chicken skin |
| If you see me grindin' up my teeth, I’m on that thizz again |
| If you see a ho walkin' with me, we friends with benefits |
| Bitch it’s what you think, but what you think is not my business |
| No, it’s not at all, ayy, ayy |
| All this guap, all this drip, watch it drop on your bitch |
| I get paid a scholarship, just for playing colleges |
| School of hard knocks, big facts, that part |
| Pools of Wockhardt, my heart won’t start |
| Sentiment, I don’t really show it, all I know is grind and get it in |
| I done seen so many fuckin' commas for my penmanship |
| I’ma keep my left hand to that pad ‘til it fall off |
| For the love of music and the Benjamins, uh |
| Hit the streets, stay out |
| Sip that lean, knockout |
| Fuck that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh) |
| And I’m so for real about you (I'm for real about you) |
| And I’m so for real about you (So for real about you) |
| And I’m so for real about you (So for real about you) |
| I won’t go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you) |
| W-wanna stack up your Benjamins |
| W-wanna stack up your Benjamins |
| ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney |