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Versuri Cezar Wok – Selina lyrics

Paul
What’s ya name?
She said I’m Selina, I said bae you lookin’ pain
Let me get your phrrr, digits, let’s play
She be doin’ hair, let me book you for today
What you doin’ on a Monday? What you doin’ Saturday?
What I’m doin? I be trappin, gettin’ money different ways
We could go up off a chevy, I’m gon’ sitchy up the wave
I just need you to stay cause I was really by my
I was really by myself, and I ain’t get no help
My thoughts was landing me in places that I never fell
I was fighting with my demons, tryna’ send ‘em back to hell
All my opps is broke, I give ‘em different types of belts, huh-uh-uh
It’s mud all in my cup, this shit disgusting
This chain all on my body, baby only you could touch it
This fragrance on ya body, word to bro, man I just love it
Like fuck it, I’m takin’ down ya drawls, we gotta get out the function
And if I see an opp, then word to bro, leave him disfunctioned
I’m tired of the talking, cappin, and y’all fake pumpin
And all this media shit, word to my soul, it’s just assumptions
But I don’t give a fuck, I’m off a yerk right now I’m bussin
Man, I don’t give a fuck until somebody gon’ do something
Like I’m really the type to flick my wrist right on my buzzin
Anybody gettin’ in the way, I’m reaching, no discussion
Know my body, I’m totin’ the pole, the reason why she love me
She just tryna’ be in the mix, but I’m tryna’ make tracks, tryna’ knock off a feature
And she fienin’ to be in my vid, so I might just repost her, and then I’ll delete her
But she treeshin’ and thinkin’ I’m cheating, whole time I was grinchin, I was under the bleachers
Remember them days I ain’t had no V, I was in my grandpops’ Kia
What’s ya name?
She said I’m Selina, I said bae you lookin’ pain
Let me get your phrrr, digits, let’s play
She be doin’ hair, let me book you for today
What you doin’ on a Monday? What you doin’ Saturday?
What I’m doin? I be trappin, gettin’ money different ways
We could go up off a chevy, I’m gon’ sitchy up the wave
I just need you to stay cause I was really by my
(I was really by myself, and I ain’t get no help)
(My thoughts was landing me in places that I never fell)

Scris de: Cezar Poiata