YungManny, Kalan.FrFr - GEORGIA lyrics
Kalan Montgomery [L.A., California. USA.]
[YungManny, Kalan.FrFr - GEORGIA lyrics]
Ridin in a foreign
It’s 9 AM in Georgia
Rainin Outside, it’s pouring
In my hotel room laying
Down watching Law Order
About you I can't stop thinkin
I hate that we ain’t speakin
Say it ain’t no point in love
Let me give you a reason
You say I ain’t give enough
I gave you more than needed
You said your heart broken up
I’ll pick back up the pieces
Don’t want no hoes backstage
Told bronem’ dey could keep em
In my mind I can’t let you go
Just thought I should let you know
I give you the world baby ima die bout ya
Any diamond, any pearl
It ain’t shit to my pockets
Get you that new bag
The Chanel with gold lockettes
Don’t give a fuck about no
Tag, if you need it, i got ya
Anything you want, Swеar to God I got ya
Any day of the month, hit my line, I got ya
Cut them niggas off, I’m what you need
I got ya
Ain’t no moving on, it’s you mе, I got ya
We should be toge gether
That’s what yo’ mom say
No one look better, not even Beyoncé
Stand by my side, don’t ever cross me
Ima put you in the finest, never Target
She make me be-better so spe-special
Act like an angel, inside she a devil
Physically in love
I can’t get you off my mental
Man of my word til I get you, never settle
I give you the world baby Ima die bout ya
Any diamond, any pearl
It ain’t shit to my pockets
Get you that new bag
The Chanel with gold lockettes
Don’t give a fuck about no
Tag, if you need it, i got ya
Anything you want, Swear to God I got ya
Any day of the month, hit my line, I got ya
Cut them niggas off, I’m what you need
I got ya
Ain’t no moving on, it’s you me, I got ya
Who you want? More than me?
Who I want? More than you?
I know these niggas corny too
I know these niggas boring to you
Yeah you know i got you
Who drove out inna rain &
Brought that foreign to you?
Yeah you know I got you
Wet up all yo chains now it’s pouring on you
Yeah you know I got you
Throw up all this change
Now it’s pouring on you shake it, ooh
Shake it, ooh
You got this love that make me crazy
You ont text me back, I’m shootin up the club
Chanel, you know i bought you that
Mixing Heron Preston with Amiri
Girl who taught you that?
Girl you look so sexy in the
Mirror you keep shaking that
Cartier your bracelet your earring
I get paid for that
If they try you ima let it spin
This choppa made for that
I give you the world baby ima die bout ya
Any diamond, any pearl
It ain’t shit to my pockets
Get you that new bag
The Chanel with gold lockettes
Don’t give a fuck about no
Tag, if you need it, i got ya
Anything you want, Swear to God I got ya
Any day of the month, hit my line, I got ya
Cut them niggas off, I’m what you need
I got ya
Ain’t no moving on, it’s you me, I got ya
It’s 9 AM in Georgia
Rainin Outside, it’s pouring
In my hotel room laying
Down watching Law Order
About you I can't stop thinkin
I hate that we ain’t speakin
Say it ain’t no point in love
Let me give you a reason
You say I ain’t give enough
I gave you more than needed
You said your heart broken up
I’ll pick back up the pieces
Don’t want no hoes backstage
Told bronem’ dey could keep em
In my mind I can’t let you go
Just thought I should let you know
I give you the world baby ima die bout ya
Any diamond, any pearl
It ain’t shit to my pockets
Get you that new bag
The Chanel with gold lockettes
Don’t give a fuck about no
Tag, if you need it, i got ya
Anything you want, Swеar to God I got ya
Any day of the month, hit my line, I got ya
Cut them niggas off, I’m what you need
I got ya
Ain’t no moving on, it’s you mе, I got ya
We should be toge gether
That’s what yo’ mom say
No one look better, not even Beyoncé
Stand by my side, don’t ever cross me
Ima put you in the finest, never Target
She make me be-better so spe-special
Act like an angel, inside she a devil
Physically in love
I can’t get you off my mental
Man of my word til I get you, never settle
I give you the world baby Ima die bout ya
Any diamond, any pearl
It ain’t shit to my pockets
Get you that new bag
The Chanel with gold lockettes
Don’t give a fuck about no
Tag, if you need it, i got ya
Anything you want, Swear to God I got ya
Any day of the month, hit my line, I got ya
Cut them niggas off, I’m what you need
I got ya
Ain’t no moving on, it’s you me, I got ya
Who you want? More than me?
Who I want? More than you?
I know these niggas corny too
I know these niggas boring to you
Yeah you know i got you
Who drove out inna rain &
Brought that foreign to you?
Yeah you know I got you
Wet up all yo chains now it’s pouring on you
Yeah you know I got you
Throw up all this change
Now it’s pouring on you shake it, ooh
Shake it, ooh
You got this love that make me crazy
You ont text me back, I’m shootin up the club
Chanel, you know i bought you that
Mixing Heron Preston with Amiri
Girl who taught you that?
Girl you look so sexy in the
Mirror you keep shaking that
Cartier your bracelet your earring
I get paid for that
If they try you ima let it spin
This choppa made for that
I give you the world baby ima die bout ya
Any diamond, any pearl
It ain’t shit to my pockets
Get you that new bag
The Chanel with gold lockettes
Don’t give a fuck about no
Tag, if you need it, i got ya
Anything you want, Swear to God I got ya
Any day of the month, hit my line, I got ya
Cut them niggas off, I’m what you need
I got ya
Ain’t no moving on, it’s you me, I got ya