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Childish Major – For You lyrics
[Verse 1]
You like them palms on your ass (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
I read them psalms on your back while I hit it from the (Hit it from the back)
Her type used to be the slow dance, romance, hands full of flowers
Now she all about a pole dance, gotta make a dollar
[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain't mad at that
Sometimes it go like that, you gotta get it like that
That ass be movin' like a merry-go-round and round
And request this on your radio, now, right now, yeah
[Chorus]
You got it baby, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I'm rootin' for you, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I see your vision, woo, woo, woo, yeah
That money, get it, woo, woo, woo, yeah
[Verse 2]
Sing 'em all, life could weigh a ton, I see you doin' that
College girl, refund, finna have some fun with that
Gold-diggin', no job havin', I don't know 'bout that
But if she got two jobs, she sleeping where she working at
[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, and I ain't mad at that
Sometimes it go like that, you gotta get it like that
That ass be movin' like a merry-go-round and round
And request this on your radio, now, right now, yeah
[Chorus]
You got it baby, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I'm rootin' for you, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I see your vision, woo, woo, woo, yeah
That money, get it, woo, woo, woo, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, it's true, when we see you, yeah, we plot on you
Your outside look like life come to you
On the inside, you're dealin' with some ills
You ain't tryna hear the game, so you tell a nigga to chill
Bun high, spirits low, and you still try
Sweat camouflage tears on a treadmill
Your 'Gram life opposite from your real life
Told him you good, he be tryna understand still
Change your life, if I could, I would
Nine-to-five 'til it might be good
Pocketbook stuffed like you been booked
Take her from the hood to Hollywood
Ayy, I do, dedicate like Wayne 'nem
To Alessa and Portia, I wish you Ranges
I'ma holler at y'all until your lane switch
Or at least 'til your last name switch, oh
[Chorus]
You got it baby, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I'm rootin' for you, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I see your vision, woo, woo, woo, yeah
That money, get it, woo, woo, woo, yeah
You got it baby, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I'm rootin' for you, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I see your vision, woo, woo, woo, yeah
That money, get it, woo, woo, woo, yeah
[Outro]
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
You like them palms on your ass (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
I read them psalms on your back while I hit it from the (Hit it from the back)
Her type used to be the slow dance, romance, hands full of flowers
Now she all about a pole dance, gotta make a dollar
[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain't mad at that
Sometimes it go like that, you gotta get it like that
That ass be movin' like a merry-go-round and round
And request this on your radio, now, right now, yeah
[Chorus]
You got it baby, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I'm rootin' for you, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I see your vision, woo, woo, woo, yeah
That money, get it, woo, woo, woo, yeah
[Verse 2]
Sing 'em all, life could weigh a ton, I see you doin' that
College girl, refund, finna have some fun with that
Gold-diggin', no job havin', I don't know 'bout that
But if she got two jobs, she sleeping where she working at
[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, and I ain't mad at that
Sometimes it go like that, you gotta get it like that
That ass be movin' like a merry-go-round and round
And request this on your radio, now, right now, yeah
[Chorus]
You got it baby, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I'm rootin' for you, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I see your vision, woo, woo, woo, yeah
That money, get it, woo, woo, woo, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, it's true, when we see you, yeah, we plot on you
Your outside look like life come to you
On the inside, you're dealin' with some ills
You ain't tryna hear the game, so you tell a nigga to chill
Bun high, spirits low, and you still try
Sweat camouflage tears on a treadmill
Your 'Gram life opposite from your real life
Told him you good, he be tryna understand still
Change your life, if I could, I would
Nine-to-five 'til it might be good
Pocketbook stuffed like you been booked
Take her from the hood to Hollywood
Ayy, I do, dedicate like Wayne 'nem
To Alessa and Portia, I wish you Ranges
I'ma holler at y'all until your lane switch
Or at least 'til your last name switch, oh
[Chorus]
You got it baby, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I'm rootin' for you, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I see your vision, woo, woo, woo, yeah
That money, get it, woo, woo, woo, yeah
You got it baby, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I'm rootin' for you, woo, woo, woo, yeah
I see your vision, woo, woo, woo, yeah
That money, get it, woo, woo, woo, yeah
[Outro]
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
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