Complex Complaints

Yeah, yeah, I just got a phone call I think that's the rent office

Tryna hit us with another damn fee They said that we been fuckin' too loud

The neighbors hear when we go from backshots to you gettin' on your knees

Yeah, can't deny I love the feelin' I put one leg up

Now you pickin' names for children Talk a lot but don't say shit

When we get in that mirror I can see your face

Can't take this dick I'm givin' I'm handlin' pussy with no problem

This feel like a gift and I'm grateful Thanksgiving Let me be your workout

I know you hate missin' gym in the morning

That lift make you horny Relax while I take off your lashes

And your makeup I know you worked the double

But it's time for sex labor wagon on the back

You tote it like a Marc Jacobs But this ain't the bag that you had to pay for

What diet you been on? You lookin' fire Who told you I'm a writer

Who said I ain't see you prior? I lay you on your back

I bet you sing like Mariah Call me Nick No Cannon

But can I get inside of your panties? I'm not with the antics

I won't ask no stupid shit, baby Like, where your man at

My flight just landed So I need to see you

Quit actin' like you see through when our love's a sequel

Uh When the pressure's high we good to roll

But when it gets cold Gotta calibrate the whip

Before I hop back on that road My location's gone

I don't want no one to know That we still into it

Like, what am I provin'? How many times you gave it up

Until you realized that can't nobody fuck like I do

Move how I move Ever since I put that hammer down

Your mood been screwed Yellin' when we finished,

But you sorry when I'm in it

Let's start up an OnlyFans

And break down the percentage This shit so good it turned you to a maid

Cause I last longer than a minute But I ain't see you in a minute

Can we get back to huggin', kissin' Fuckin', pullin' up on ya

I need palm tree love in California Your rainforest, far from Arizona

Spend the night I'm sleepin' at your spot

Hittin' the position how you like We sweat, it's gettin' hot

Residents swear they hearin shots Cause I'm shootin' from the side

Holdin' on your thighs How the hell we end up fuckin'

This was just a massage I don't have to drive every car in the lot

To know I am tryna take you home So pick up the phone

I need a sample of that type juice And don't take too long to answer

I'm makin' this your anthem While holdin' you for ransom

This shit wasn't random You know damn well we met here on purpose

Arguments get worse when you hungry I gotta serve you

I'ma start off on your stomach And this ain't no normal luncheon

Like a blind date Cover your eyes, can't see it comin

Now the whole complex make complaints They mad cause I'm knockin' your boots

You scratchin' paint up off the wall I'ma pick up FaceTime when they call

Just like the paper, baby, we gets raw Tell them we can't turn it down, know it's loud

But I'm all in your jaws We gon' deal with that tomorrow

I need you, gon' decline that We'll deal with them tomorrow

I need to keep watchin' you shake that