Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Company!, artist - Autumn!. Date of issue: 04.03.2019
Song language: English
Company! |
| Thrillboy |
| Yeah, yeah |
| You know you are mine and you’re stuck with me |
| I’m up in the H, come and fuck with me |
| Tell me how was your day, do you need some company? |
| I’m sippin' on lean, you know this ain’t bubbly |
| Brand new MK, she know I’m flee |
| All black Lex, she know that’s me |
| Baby girl, can we stop the arguin'? |
| Why everything gotta be an argument? |
| You say that you hate me 'cause I’m always startin' shit |
| So glad I met you, I’m so fortunate |
| Your last nigga broke, that’s unfortunate |
| Wasted your time, he was forcin' it |
| She lovin' my pendants, she lovin' my ornaments |
| I’m smokin' gas, I’m smokin' on turbulence |
| He watchin' my moves like a journalist |
| Money so big, that shit unproportionate |
| Yeah, yeah |
| She say, «Autumn!, you’re my favorite» |
| I’m a God to these niggas, amen |
| Baby, what you doin' this weekend? |
| You say that you a freak, well, I gotta see it |
| You got my heart stuck in the deep end |
| This love we got is so intense |
| I know that you been hurt before |
| Do you trust me enough to lower your defense? |
| You a good girl and I can see it |
| All for you, girl, I can’t even pretend |
| Shawty say she wanna fuck with the season |
| Twinuzis, baby, I leave 'em bleedin' |
| Shawty so magical, that’s what it’s feelin' |
| You know you are mine and you’re stuck with me |
| I’m up in the H, come and fuck with me |
| Tell me how was your day, do you need some company? |
| I’m sippin' on lean, you know this ain’t bubbly |
| Brand new MK, she know I’m flee |
| All black Lex, she know that’s me |
| Baby girl, can we stop the arguin'? |
| Why everything gotta be an argument? |
| You say that you hate me 'cause I’m always startin' shit |
| So glad I met you, I’m so fortunate |
| Your last nigga broke, that’s unfortunate |
| Wasted your time, he was forcin' it |
| She lovin' my pendants, she lovin' my ornaments |
| I’m smokin' gas, I’m smokin' on turbulence |
| He watchin' my moves like a journalist |
| Money so big, that shit unproportionate |