Ace & Manny Müla - Lil Less Lil More lyrics

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Ace & Manny Müla - Lil Less Lil More lyrics

[Hook: Rastafari] Talking on the phone Best nights on my own Contemplating not sure A lil less a lil more [x2] [Verse 1: Manny Müla] Catch me in the City where I'm staying Shawty know I ain't playing In the rendez-vous she laying Hear her but don't know what she saying (Nah nah nah) Lil less love but lil more to drank Feelings messed up and shawty don't know what to think Shawty don't know what to thank (Nah nah nah) She wanna head over to her place Cut the cake like my birthday Oh, she can have it her way Lately she been feeling real thirsty Had the p**y popping on a Thursday Finessing with the bottle of champagne No ring but she wanna take my last name (Nah nah nah) I could put you on, girl feel this Shawty come f** with the realest Put you on game, no secrets Shawty what you got is the business Her kisses, when she swaying Let her know I ain't playing But girl let me know if you're staying [Hook] [Verse 2: Ace] Indecisive my major You laugh now cry later Quit hiding your anger, with smiles that be faker My n***as we catered, still chasing the paper I'm serving these n***as like I was a waiter The sh** that you saying ain't causing no danger Your plans overtaking, can't get any vaguer The skies looking grayer They wish they could tame us The end looking near cause we rising like vapor Flow steady deep but this sh** is getting deeper Definition of a keeper; light-skin mamacita 4 o'clock in the evening or the morning, in between it Yeah I want it, I been fiending We gon' make it best believe it Going court k**ed a feature, in the booth I'm a creature n***a all I do is win, either acres, millimeters All this talk is getting cheaper but depends on who the speaker Asking who shot the preacher, while you deaf to what he teaches (Wa**up) [Bridge x2: Rastafari, Ace & Manny Müla] A lil less love but a lil more to drank A lil more partying and a lil less to think And a lil less to think (Nah nah nah) [Hook] [Verse 3: Rastafari] I ain't tryna' do nothing that you won't do Baby who you giving that front to Listen girls always tryna' rumble And I don't even know what this come to But anyways listen girl can I call you Tryna' get them digits and a number Oh baby what you come for Come baby lemme give you comfort Something on top of that Baby I'm wanting that Give me a heart attack God damn that a** so fat If you not liking that Switch up some other a** Bring in another batch, bring in another batch [Hook] [Bridge]