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(Mustard on the beat, hoe) Habits, manners Habitual antics And interesting patterns You tell me it's late, that I should slide But we all know what sliding on the late-night is Don't get it fucked up, I'm no one's side bitch, yeah Don't get it fucked up, I know what you like I know what you like Like Thursday I throw it back Nightly I ride like bike A.M., I got somewhere to be So it's 'bout that time You the suit Dress it up This ain't real But we can make it look like something I still call When it's late We can smokе Yeah, we can smoke Yеah, we can drink And I'll still put points up in the paint SongtexteI'll still pull up on you And I'll still act like this shit ain't fucked up 'Cause I know this not you This not you That's not you Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah ayy You ask me "How do I do say it's base If I'm always in and out rhen I try to skate?" I left you messages, you know that's not the case (Oh) I sent you messages, you know it's my fault You never reply Anytime, you 'round somebody You not the type that'll sit and try to be cool when a situation come up You are more the type to be coldn when it isn't you And I'm more the type to get fucked up Call you for a good time 'Cause I’ll take what I can get when it isn't real Oh, honestly You the suit Dress it up This ain't real But we can make it look like something I still call When it's late We can smoke Yeah, we can smoke Yeah, we can drink You the suit (You the suit) Dress it up (Dress it up) This ain't real (This ain't real) But we can make it look like something (Oh, oh) I still call (I still call) When it's late (When it's late) We can smoke Yeah, we can smoke Yeah, we can drink And I'll still put points up in the paint I'll still pull up on you And I'll still act like this shit ain't fucked up 'Cause I know this not you Aus Songtexte Mania