YG - Konclusions (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YG - Konclusions (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
Ayy, do you fuck with me
how I fuck with you?
Ayy, is your love for me bulletproof?
If I fuck on a bitch, is
you gon' fuck on dude?
Is we gon' play monkey see, monkey do?
If I fuck you good, is you
gon' fuck me back?
Is you really gon' get my name tat'?
Top of the mornin', you
throw that thang back
I love how you keep that thang waxed
Ayy, I wanna know if this mutual
I wanna know if this suit us both
I wanna know 'cause you beautiful
I wanna know 'cause I'm spendin' time
I wanna know, got too much pride
Is this a full-time or this part-time?
I wanna know, don't leave me blind
Don't wanna know your past,
'cause I'm your new
I just wanna know every nigga
you sent some nudes
Do you fuck with me how
I fuck with you?
I wanna know if we can
fuck up in this coupe
When I say I love you (Love you)
That means I love you
No matter what conclusion we come to
I'm the one you run to
And I always come through
Nothing I won't do
You say you want a ride-or-die
Well, la, la, la, la, la, la, I ride
But you know I'ma ride,
la, la, la, la, la, la
When the streets ain't safe,
can I slide with you?
I heard they lookin' for me,
can I hide with you?
You look like you light candles
and like the honest truth
You got that positive vibe,
I'm tryna vibe with you
I ain't the type that shake
before I pop, I ain't soda
I'm the type to ice your neck,
a lil' diamond choker
I ain't the type to put you
in that baby Range Rover
I'm that type that give you love
taps when I bend you over
Ayy, I do you proper, have
you singin' operas
2020, Bonnie and Clyde, who
the fuck gon' stop us?
Paparazzi catch us out, we
look like big shoppers
Big Saint Laurent, big Louis
Vuitton with that big Prada
I had us lookin' crazy
in front of the club
That cameraman got me fucked up
Even though it wasn't what
they said it was
Red roses down your hallway,
lead you to your tub
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