Timbaland - Cadie/The Come Down (February) lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Now she trippy man, but I'm level Telling me things that she prolly wouldn't tell you Hair falling out of that bun and them heels is done You gon' fall if you ain't careful b**h In my ear screaming don't tell you sh** My n***as say you wanna be careful with Now she crying like she don't even know I'm here I'm tryna drive with the loss of motor sk**s Got contacts in her phone to get her over me Her eyes ain't red cause she crying over me Talking so loud, reading me all her texts Hallucinating, saying that I look like her ex Lay down on that couch, it's cool you can stay Can't move, I feed you teaspoons of that drank I say f** the bed and tablespoon if you freaky From the way you opened up, I can tell that you easy Say you lost your phone, need to look in my car Talking 'bout you feel sick, Princess, don't start And I lay your a** down in that pale moonlight Whisper sweet nothings while we look up at the stars You smoked a whole dub and popped three bars And your tits ain't real so what that say 'bout your heart? Picking a good girl, never been good at that Need some p**y, more money, man I gotta Kat Stacks Yea I told you n***a, your b**h'll slide up Put my plug down her socket like she Terri Schiavo My n***as in this b**h, squatted in the front And my dick up in your b**h while she laying on her back Phone not in her car, found it in her bag Found hickeys on her neck, call that purple swag [Hook] She about Tiah Tolliver And me, I'm pile driving her I give her what she wants, and she letting me inside of her Showed her how to live, now she showing me a side of her She never knew exsisted, I swear I'm training these b**hes [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Now she don't kiss and tell, but she scream when she f** Confide in me when y'all gotta disagreement All my eggs in one basket, my hair look like a nest So I got the chicken breast from the runaway phoenix Ex-beauty queen that just lost her pageant Her and her man relationship lost it's pa**ion Said she want to taste my cup, no questions asked sh**, you expect me not to take a little advantage Tears dried on her face, got ash on her dress, bra strap hanging off that cold shoulder Got her answering my front door, in the morning with my bed sheet wrapped around her like a toga I told ya, Vans, no loafers In all corduroy like I'm matching with the sofa When I show out, I blend in No parental consentin', my b**h becoming fly as a Ford Agency b**h [Verse 3: Young Neil] She go down low, down low Do everything a real n***a ask you What you down for, down for? Better be everything I want But if it ain't girl don't even come But tell me, where all them hoes at That don't give a f** where they clothes at That don't give a f** about roll backs? Just throw it back, put your legs where my shoulders at All out wit' it and no holding back n***a going out with her don't know at But, that's cool, f** that n***a Leaves you when you say you love that n***a, don't trust that n***a Where you at, where you at? He creepin' behind your back You ain't gon' do sh**, you ain't 'bout that n***a [Break] [Robb Bank$] Yea, he be that gritty motherf**er [Verse 4: Matt Meyer Lansky] Marlboro what I'm smoking No more rolling tree because that boy be on probation Cigar rebel racing, never been a racist Know a lot of Hatians even though that boy caucasian Never been afflicted, never been complacent Never wrote a statement cause that boy don't talk to Jacob Always rockin' Rolex, just copped that new bracelet Only watch the boy and never copped up in a Jacob (?) [Break] [Verse 5: Matt Meyer Lansky] Ok, now let's begin Got a b**h half Indian, half Mexican Cook me up that curry, clean my crib and then she blessed the dick A$AP, aye bruh, you took that name from Aesop I put you on them cookies if you looking for that straight drop That head chop, incurred And if you lookin' for that straight s*ut Why don't you call yo' b**h? She the one that left my cum straight ate up And if you want that MSG, come get that dose like "Why not?" Rest in peace, I'll buck fifty yo' chrome with a click of that tight Glock b**h I'm repping Springs, never hear me yelling "SoFla" My city is so hot, them Sherrifs all on your block Gots to pay that homage, catch the kid on South Beach JK, I be poppin' right off Dixie like your mouth piece [Break] [Verse 6: Matt Meyer Lansky] We out in P-No, where my dawgs be clockin' all them C-notes Hialeah, where we rock the boat on hoes like I'm Aaliyah Big bang is my adlib, my onomonopia, ho Put you in that coffin and get in your mausoleum, no [Break] [Verse 7: Matt Meyer Lansky] You just a silly mothaf**a, p**y what you reppin' I just use my fist, no converse, I don't need no weapon (x2)