Cancion : Eric Wright
Artista : Half-A-Mil
Album : Courtesy Of Half-A-Mil
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-eric-wright-de-half-a-mil


[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
Always playing tenderoni when I smashed off
Took her straight home after Last Call
Do what you want if your cash large
Told her its a wrap please forget it
Take the salt and exit don’t pass that
Might see OPM on the NASDAQ
Might see half-a-mil in the playlist
Me and HB running the grave shift
We getting faded when it’s dark out
And walking in the club like it's our house
Tell your man chill he on his fourth foul
I might be on my 5th whip
I play it like some big whiz
And nah I don’t forget shit
Y’all act like I owe y'all something
Get a bottle, get a chick man roll y’all something
Got one in [?], one in [?]
Girls wanna cuff him, bringing up [?]
This like a nigga in the playoffs bussing
I might drop 50 for the titties in the stands
Then, crazy girls VIP 5 bands
7 girls on stage my niggas ain't playing
We get shit popping like Eric fucking Wright
She be in this bitch going hard every night
You fuck around and might get attached
And always wanna know where she at
I’m still waking up by myself cause the words that I say make everything melt yeah

[Hit-Boy]
She already knew my name
VIP 5 bands

[Dom Kennedy]
And its like how you pass a mic to a nigga

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
Yeah
She already knew my name she ain't have to read my jersey
Saw my zoomer chain and she started acting thirsty
Finna put a thirty, like we at the forum
Big game James workin’ pulling off in a foreign
Swisher sweet straight from the shell station
My OG said young nigga be patient
Blowing big tree, fucking up the window
C-cups in her tee, I use her for pillows
Old white people staring at me in my Chevy
While I get the bass right and adjust the setting
When can I hit again? Girl that’s just a question
Niggas switched up on me I call that a blessing (hallelujah)
This year I gotta double up the sales tax (yeah)
Still on your head like a wave cap (yeah)
I still hit your friend with the fake ass
[Dom Kennedy]
Early morning send her home in them Ray Bans

[Bridge: Jay 305]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
She already knew my name
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
She already knew my name
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
She already knew my name
Let it hang, let it hang

[Verse 3: Jay 305]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
305 beating, two twelves charlie (uh-uh)
And that [?] be skeeting
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Why you niggas mad?
Alexander Wang, diamond fangs on your bitch ass
Go hard or take your ass home (OPM rule)
Take that choker off bitch you grown (you look like a damn fool)
Skrt-skrt-skrt on your ass (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I ain't got no Porsche I got a mac
Shoot yo ass up then hit sams
Look at this, Niggas look confused like
How you get the 'R8, top rank
Whole blue lobster black mobster
Go place smoke grape, red green rasta
IPhone 8 came out and I’m still thuggin'
Bitches on basketball wives ain’t got no husbands
Bitch I’ll never be married
I’ll never be your husband
I couldn’t be your daddy
I probably fucked your cousin

[Outro: Jay 305]
She already knew my name
She already knew my name
She already knew my name
I never had no love for her


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