Credits

Lyrics

(BangThatShit)
I'm a lucky guy, kinda like a coin toss in a well
She the sweetest girl, and she rock that fragrance from Chanel
I love her intellect, and I love her vibe, that shit was felt
She's so into me, say I got a glow that make her melt
She do picky shit, know I'm soft for her, but know I'm savage
She ain't just any bitch, stare in her eyes, play with it rapid
She a boss bitch, and I got the bands, that's an advantage
She the realest bitch, pretty lil' queen like Cleopatra
If it's some clouds, we can face 'em, been through trials, tribulations
She my lil' rocking like how situations
I used to dog hoes, thinkin' aisles is amazing
My bitch pussy wet like the Nile, this shit dangerous
We like Bonnie Clyde, and she gon' ride just like the 1930s
Make my bitch feel like Pocahontas while she on this journey
She try to match my fly, let's hit some scenes and make a statement first
Really love the bitch, got thirty carats and some paperwork
Ain't no runner-up 'cause you the only one
Them hoes ain't make the cut 'cause they not real enough
Told you you can get it, come and pick it up
They won't have you back like me, so give it up
Say you wanna smoke, baby, I'm rollin' up
For you I tote the strap, **** not runnin' up
Never fucked a sup, hope you not dumb enough
'Cause I got you if you got me, so give it up
Yeah, I got you, thank me in advance
I'll go to stretch for my baby like that **** Lance
I know it take a strong-ass woman to complete a man
She even let me hit it on the beach, left symbols in the sand
She know I'm a thug, she the reason that my soul balanced
Why would I settle for a house? I got a whole palace
She got a presidential, stunt on lil' hoes, look like a ballet
She like to grip my head, watch me while I drink right from her chalice
It be just us, we like to take our trips with no distractions
She ain't Delphine, but this shit like the theory of attraction
My bitch be knowin' that I'm there to take the lead, that's her advantage
Yeah, you still my queen, but it wouldn't be no Eve without no Adam
Ain't no runner-up to you, baby
Guess I'm gettin' back for all the hoes that did me too shady
We shot where we land, everywhere, we don't do suitcases
When we be talkin' 'bout tyin' knots, it ain't no shoelaces
Ain't no runner-up 'cause you the only one
Them hoes ain't make the cut 'cause they not real enough
Told you you can get it, come and pick it up
'Cause they won't have you back like me, so give it up
Say you wanna smoke, baby, I'm rollin' up
For you I tote the strap, **** not runnin' up
Never fucked a sup, hope you not dumb enough
'Cause I got you if you got me, so give it up
Written by: C Fraizer, J Hurst II
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