"Ciara" lyrics

All I need is love
With there with the fiends
Standin' out there with the fiends
Mackned

Yea life is a game to me baby I'm the shot meter
All I do is catch green, and splash it with the team
We be clashing with the opps we be trapping out to fiends
Baby I just want the face like I'm unlocking your screen
IPod, block the business
We'll buy that nigga business
Then we'll throw our dogs some business
I been working on my fitness
Only trainers that I got, are Lager's and Givenchy's
Yea I'm on my way up, like zippers on Giuseppe's

Hood blowing up my phone, who got smoke? Camel Crush
Hope it wasn't none of us, I got a future you got rust
Yea I barely got time to fuck, he a pussy he a schmuck
Looking back at situation she ain't wanna leave me
You a pedo with your money, bank account is teeny
I be dripped up in my coffin like a bitch spilling martini's
And I ain't even close to finished yea
Hit it from the back and I ain't even close to finishing yea

We look like terrorists go and check CNN, yea
I'm from the west and my bitches in Vivienne
Cook up in the lab I feel like Bill Nye, yea
I need my bread I'm talking wheat or rye, yea
I heard yo bitch is smoking yo weed supply, yea
My niggas blazing all day like a Cali fire
We talking bodies not no sex you can get outlined
White, black, mixing Asian hoes I'm colorblind
Ooh, I think she catfished me, ooh I looked at her I'm like never mind

Hood blowing up my phone, who got smoke? Camel Crush
Hope it wasn't none of us, I got a future you got rust
Yea I barely got time to fuck, he a pussy he a schmuck
Looking back at situation she ain't wanna leave me
You a pedo with your money, bank account is teeny
I be dripped up in my coffin like a bitch spilling martini's
And I ain't even close to finished yea
Hit it from the back and I ain't even close to finishing yea