Rell Briscoe - Don't Go

Gotta get back, get back to the dough
If we take a trip, take a trip to the store
Everybody on my dick cause they see I'm on
She liking my drip, that Gucci Cologne
Two cups and a spliff, she sippin Patron
Now she do that White Iverson like Post Malone
Call her phone like what you on
She said Rell, bae when you coming home?
She Said
Don't go away, don't go
Don't go away, don't go
Don't go away, don't go
Ohh, Ohh
Now I'm looking that this girl like she delusional
Wonder if she a groupie hoe
Remember we was in 9th grade, giving me top in the back of the movies though
Remember I was down bad, now I walk around the house with Ksubi's on
Now every time she come around she asking for some Louis Vuitton
Now I'm in LA with bad hoe, yeah I got the cash flow
Yeah know we copping up but we ain't worried bout no tags tho
Yeah I switch it up, I mix the BB wit the rafs on
Ya niggas be broke, ya niggas waiting on a raffle
Walk in this bitch I'm faded, me and the bro we racing
Fucking that bitch, we traded
You know I had to upgrade it
Now all these bitches on my dick cause I ball like Tracy Mcgrady
I was fucking this wild bitch, this high bitch, I think that she crazy
She Said
Don't go away, don't go
Don't go away, don't go
Don't go away, don't go
Ohh, Ohh
Gotta get back, get back to the dough
If we take a trip, take a trip to the store
Everybody on my dick cause they see I'm on
She liking my drip, that Gucci Cologne
Two cups and a spliff, she sippin Patron
Now she do that White Iverson like Post Malone
Call her phone like what you on
She said Rell, bae when you coming home?
She Said
Don't go away, don't go
Don't go away, don't go
Don't go away, don't go
Ohh, Ohh

Written by:
DUANE ARTHUR, JOHNATHAN HAMILTON

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