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Yo (Turn, turn) French vanilla, pour a glass on me (One) No cream soda, a little cranberry (One) You wear my Rolex, act too bad for me (One) But you might need your own one Cah that one that's for me (turn, turn, turn, turn) You compliment my cologne It's music to my ears when you moan (told me turn) Your voice and your tone that's for me (told me turn) What you gonna tell your homegirls when they ask of me? (told me turn) Don't tell them how you feel when you throw it back for me You better tell them all my previous and bad history Cah they'll tell you that they into me and goin' mad for me (One) The game has never been based on sympathy I'm only good with my metaphors and my similes (suh, suh) That's why you find it hard when to try to speak to me My communication skills We can work on that one there gradually (told me turn) I really hope you never turn your back on me Cah it could get so cold when it gets to January (turn, turn, turn, turn) You grab your phone and you pause while you snap the dash on me I can see your reflection it's in my chandelier You want love and affection Wanna play Summer Walker Create a atmosphere And then sing along to "You Got Potential" (suh, suh, suh, suh) At times you're resentful (suh, suh) The rain was torrential The past was eventful (suh, suh, suh) The pain was essential (suh, suh) Can we be sexual Without bein' sensual and not be regretful? (Turn, turn-turn) You can't put this blame on me We ain't all the same, baby, nah You know I will please you (please you) I'm not tryna leave you (leave you) Won't you let me teach you, to trust in me? Yo Sometimes I feel like every girl in the world is into me (One) Is that what they call toxic masculinity? (One) I like my girl brown, sweet and thick like Cadbury Sometimes I fantasize about Cara Delevigne (turn, turn) I get the urge to entertain every girl that chat to me Apparently all men are trash, and maybe that's the trash in me But shawty weren't around we spoke on BlackBerry (they told me turn) That shawty weren't around when we sported baggy jeans (turn, turn, turn) This nigga from the downtown at an uptown function Up 'cause I got down in my double entendre (suh) Dolce & Gabbana, dressin' casually (suh, suh) In my big automatic, I don't drive it manually (suh, suh, suh) I'ma tell 'em when they ask my salary (One) I can't tell them what I spend on my masterpiece They make that anually (suh, suh) Dance for me, the way you do that dance for me (turn) It would really turn me on to see you count 50 racks in cash for me Yeah, it's pressure, all the love you have for me What if the police handcuff me? (Told me turn) Will I see you in that public gallery? Will I see you? Will you hold it down when I need you? How you gonna love me? Edna ain't here to teach you They say that women are the root to all evil They'll love you on a come up And then when you're low, they'll leave you They want you to open up to them so they could read you Still gon' be deceitful (turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn) You can't put this blame on me We ain't all the same, baby, nah You know I will please you I'm not tryna leave you Won't you let me teach you, to trust in me Trust in me 'Cause it's just you and me And I know it ain't easy for you to trust, baby, no Trust in me 'Cause it's just you and me And I know it ain't easy But trust in me, trust in me
Writer(s): Mahalia Rose Burkmar, Berkley Egheosa Ayemere, Irving Ampofo Adjei Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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