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Yo chill, lemme get right real quick Brown eyes on my boo thang 5 foot, brown skin color dulce Way I hit it she gon' hit me with a due date Good girl but for me I know she two faced Titties hanging like they're roommates Love it real, bitches faker than a toupee Say I'm a lover boy, hit her with a touché Now she playing with the D, like it's 2k I need one drink, two jays, closed case Let you know I love you, I'm eating it both ways Shorty wild riding while we playing X games Love it when they're hanging in my face, loose chains Baby I could die between them thighs no shame Seen that thang movin' and it's fire close range Babe I'm tryna drain you, Kurt Cobaine I just need my people and my cash, no fame No fame, I can't do the cameras Hardest in the paint, I just need a canvas Labels tryna take, they cannot advance us Understand us, they can't even stand us Skinny figure, pockets mad chubby Spoiled at the top, she been rocking with me bumming Ever since a youngin' knew the music had me jumping We were posted at the function bumping Yeah Love the sounds only you make Loaded rounds, when I eat it I need two plates Ain't a sucker, I ain't fucking with no couch hookup Sweet tooth and I'm messing with that brown sugar, yeah You know I can make your bed rock Treat you like the game, keep you both in a headlock I been hitting every spot from the back Kamasutra, know we don't miss with them red dots Know I want you when I get hot You can tell them other hoes go and kick rocks And you know we keep toys, don't mess with little boys Come and kick it with the big shots Baby tell me what you do late I can take you where your woes don't matter Baby I ain't tryin' to wait Lemme show you how your last should've loved Baby tell me what you do late I can tell your other hoes don't matter Baby I ain't tryin' to wait Lemme show you how your last should've loved Lemme show you how to love
Writer(s): Aakansh Sharma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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