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She thinks I'm a She thinks I'm a boujee guy, show no love Groupie life, four-door truck And I tap that, on a mornin' one Yat, with the fat back, that's a gorgeous bum I ain't ever been a borin' one I'll cut from the crib if you're snorin', hon' And that's an appallin' one No lay-lay, I can make a shorty come, like Surely, surely, I can make a girlfriend horny I can give her more than fun I'm the one that she's fallin' for If I were you, I would surely run And I don't wanna be unfortunate 'Cause she a spice like Morgan rum Says she only likes guys that are six-foot-one So I said that you're talkin' to one She thinks I'm a boujee guy, show no love Groupie life, four-door truck And I tap that, on a mornin' one Yat, with the fat back, that's a gorgeous bum I ain't ever been a borin' one I'll cut from the crib if you're snorin', hon' And that's an appallin' one No lay-lay, I can make a shorty come, like I break her back for big talkin', ayy I think she needs some practise She said, "Nah, I don't love you" I said, "Babe, you're a decent actress" I got my eyes on a queen in a black dress If she want D, she can have this Madness, she ain't ever needin' an address She just want keys on a back seat And now it's half-four I just came and gave what she asked for I broke her heart on the dance floor Went from my bae's to another plus four four In the four-door You need me too, so don't tease me I don't make it too easy, believe me I'll be Houdini, boo, you won't see me You can't be me, ooh, I'm too wavy For the clout, man move fugazi Me, I get jewels to move to two ladies Mwah, she my gorgeous baby But I don't wan' force it Cah you been rollin' your eyes when I'm talkin' lately Maybe we should call it off and Usually I talk a lot but I end up cool with an awkward cough She thinks I'm a boujee guy, show no love Groupie life, four-door truck And I tap that, on a mornin' one Yat, with the fat back, that's a gorgeous bum I ain't ever been a borin' one I'll cut from the crib if you're snorin', hon' And that's an appallin' one No lay-lay, I can make a shorty come, like
Writer(s): Theophilus London, Jahphet Landis, Adam Pavao, Nathaniel Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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