Lyrics

Look You fucking with niggas that's insecure Watered down my shit is pure Write down my number but don't call until your sure Don't you get the wrong idea baby, no A nigga just tryna chill baby I get around (I get around, I get around) I get around (Bitch I get around, I get around) You fucking with niggas that's insecure They watered down my shit is pure Write down my number but don't call until your sure Don't you get the wrong idea baby, no A nigga just tryna chill baby I get around (I get around, I get around) I get around (Bitch I get around, I get around) I got this classy ass bitch drive a two door Mercedes Nasty ass bitch tried to fuck me in Macy's Swear she crazy She was tryna be my lady Sliced a nigga tires cause I ain't wanna have her baby Pretty red bone in Daytona Love to smoke Doja Let me fuck when i wanna She was moving fast, I was tryna go slower Tried to marry me and move my ass to Pensacola Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy Ain't no need to be greedy, you can call me if you need me Got a super cute bitch, that I came across in Tally Super cool bitch, soft spoken, real jazzy Had to cut her off, she tried to make me meet her daddy Had to cut her off, she tried to make me meet her daddy Sadly, I am not the one to fall in love with Sadly, I am not the one to be trusting Fucking with niggas that's insecure Watered down my shit is pure Write down my number but don't call until your sure Don't you get the wrong idea baby, no A nigga just tryna chill baby I get around (I get around, I get around) I get around (Bitch I get around, I get around)
Writer(s): Rod Green, Raymond Lowry, Shawn Neavins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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