Aaliyah - Seno, Dominic Fike

I started in my mind, I’m tryna find the peace and the quiet

And I move like a beast in the wild, ain’t feast in a while

Tryna get the peace of nigga

Give me the money with my guala

And I brought a .22 for your problem

Nigga, holla if there’s anything wrong

Pull up with the mexi like I’m fuckin' standin' guard

And it ain’t none niggas say about me

My nigga, we ain’t talkin', ooh

Movin' through the town plottin', uh

Fruity-tootie niggas watchin'

Coolin', coolin' with my team now

Boot it, boot it up a notch

Boot it, boot it up a notch

Coolin', coolin' with my team now

Told her, «My nigga, no problem, don’t worry, don’t worry, I got it»

Ayy, cool, cool and collect my paper, yeah

Toodeloo, all these bitches are gettin' ghosted

Who’da knew all these niggas was dick-riders?

a move, hit the booth and I get roasted

I need that guala on my daily

I keep a dollar if you holla for the wave, woah, save me

I’ve been chillin', gettin' fat

Them other niggas gettin' wasted, my nigga, you just wasted

Thought I thought it over, I think I’m overthinking

I thought I started over, she had more to drink

And you just bought a phone but she ain’t in no phonebook

Like I be in my notebook, I don’t care (Swipe)

Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop

We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us

They ain’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah

Still gon' get this paper

Yeah, gon' let the base drop, no way the wave pop

We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us

No, they don’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah

Still gon' get this paper, yeah

Yeah-yeah, go on, take a light to this puppy

Seen with the scene lookin' like what you sippin'

Lean with the Beam is what a nigga mixin'

Itchin' like a fiend, what you grippin'?

Brought the on the bus, little bud, where you trippin'?

Will it be the new kid on the block

With the new knot up in his sock, lock up on his flop

Finna pop like Pac in the '90s

Thinkin' what you thinkin', what you feelin' like

Go on bring a Nike

Everybody wanna act like it, lyrically you blinded

Fuck it, what you talkin' bout

Go and run your mouth all you want

Put the fuckin' pussy in the swamp

Back up in the booth with a dude, loose, chillin' in my boots

Tell my nigga Dom, «Go on pass me the fuckin' Goose»

Bottle slide up in the Boom-Boom room

Doin' line of the booty off my new boo

Boo-who knew what is is for?

All this fuckin' gold on my body got me feelin' like Slick Rick back in '85

Funny how the stories you been tellin' me

Don’t really jive with your lie

Pussy niggas gonna put your pride aside

And just admit, all you motherfuckers been a fan of mine

Never been no kin of mine, never been no kin of mine

What it is for, one more time put that line on the line

What’re they holdin'?

Yeah, your bitch in the Backhouse, bawling

Eyes wide open, no, no

Thought what you thought

What you lost 'cause you thought that your head, what

Oh, here we go now

Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop

We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us

They ain’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah

Still gon' get this paper

Yeah, gon' let the base drop, no way the wave pop

We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us

No, they don’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah

Still gon' get this paper, yeah

Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop

We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us

Never faze us, still gon' get this paper

Still won’t get this paper

Dude!

That was like, what the fuck, bro.

Like, I ain’t even know that was like

you, man.

Like, it totally sounds like a real song