Still Thinking About It by Kooda B Lyrics
[Intro]
Kooda B
FOA
Let me talk to them
[Chorus]
Look, I don’t wanna talk about it
So nobody call my phone
Asking all this damn questions
How the hell I came home (real nigga shit)
Stay ten toes, I ain’t fall
I need a hand out, see [?]
[Verse]
Forever with the sheets
For act me up and dumpin'
See yo' ass with yo' guys
If you wanted to fuck it
FOA FTO, we gon' leave you with some
Her jeweler plug on ayo track and a push of a button
Money coming (Money what?)
The feeling itching my palms
I thank god
Cause I really had this feeling for long
Every bitch that I talk to want to fuck cause I'm off
And I won't tell nobody
I just might make it a song
Internet capping so you lame and you sneak this
First nigga reach, first nigga to the digging
Look me in my eyes
When the real nigga speaking
Ever since I touchdown
You're bitch been in it
They got be saying in this room
Shit feeling like a sale (for my pain and his pain)
See I got to keep it real
To my momma that I got to put her crib up on that hill
Better go earch my name, I've been laying and I'm still
Truth say
Was on me past sense, now it's too late
Uh, real recognize (real)
Nigga you fake, right
Pour dirty in my pain and get me trough the day
[?] stuck up in my ways
Feeling like I'm Uzi, got to get out of this deal
They care 'bout the shits I wouldn't been [?]
[?]
Can't stop, won't stop
They wishing that I will
Back against the wall (ah shit)
Kooda B stand tall
Pick your head off or you'll fall
Every night we gon' ball (god damn)
Give me the loot
I want it all
Big dreams
I bet I'll make them all
Family Ova All those my brothers we look out
For one another loyalty in my blood fuck a color
Family Ova All those my brothers we look out
For one another loyalty in my blood fuck a color
Kooda B
FOA
Let me talk to them
[Chorus]
Look, I don’t wanna talk about it
So nobody call my phone
Asking all this damn questions
How the hell I came home (real nigga shit)
Stay ten toes, I ain’t fall
I need a hand out, see [?]
[Verse]
Forever with the sheets
For act me up and dumpin'
See yo' ass with yo' guys
If you wanted to fuck it
FOA FTO, we gon' leave you with some
Her jeweler plug on ayo track and a push of a button
Money coming (Money what?)
The feeling itching my palms
I thank god
Cause I really had this feeling for long
Every bitch that I talk to want to fuck cause I'm off
And I won't tell nobody
I just might make it a song
Internet capping so you lame and you sneak this
First nigga reach, first nigga to the digging
Look me in my eyes
When the real nigga speaking
Ever since I touchdown
You're bitch been in it
They got be saying in this room
Shit feeling like a sale (for my pain and his pain)
See I got to keep it real
To my momma that I got to put her crib up on that hill
Better go earch my name, I've been laying and I'm still
Truth say
Was on me past sense, now it's too late
Uh, real recognize (real)
Nigga you fake, right
Pour dirty in my pain and get me trough the day
[?] stuck up in my ways
Feeling like I'm Uzi, got to get out of this deal
They care 'bout the shits I wouldn't been [?]
[?]
Can't stop, won't stop
They wishing that I will
Back against the wall (ah shit)
Kooda B stand tall
Pick your head off or you'll fall
Every night we gon' ball (god damn)
Give me the loot
I want it all
Big dreams
I bet I'll make them all
Family Ova All those my brothers we look out
For one another loyalty in my blood fuck a color
Family Ova All those my brothers we look out
For one another loyalty in my blood fuck a color