Besedila:
Slim Don T Say It

Don't say it's over Don't say we're through Don't say good-bye Baby don't say it Don't say you're done Don't say no more Don't say you're leaving Baby

A bottle of Rose? Okay, let's get it now I'm with a bad bitch, he's with his friends I don't say hi, I say keys to the Benz Keys to the Benz, keys to

same, might spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it Dawg, I ain't hardly

a great white Need I say great white, heavy as killer whales I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails? Who knew it came with jail, who knew it

, go get a towel you're stomachs curling? Or maybe you do, but if I'm embarrassing me I'm embarrassing you, and don't you dare say it isn't true As long

it It's over 'fore you finish, sorry bro, this road we end it Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business Yeah, I guess, life is a bitch, ain't it

to say just in case he question her "Situations will arise, but you gotta be smart about it" No matter what you do, don't talk about us Don't give him

taking Watch me take it! [Drake - Chorus] All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't

looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice