Tekst Utworu

You good, T-Minus? I can't decide if it's you or I, baby When we, we high, all I know is you saved me Love ain't what I thought I would have found, baby Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby Tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do You say you love me, but you don't give a clue I could give a fuck about your past and your nigga, in fact I put your ex in the garbage and put a bitch on the map I'm singin', I got imperfections I don't like You chase rumors, hatin' the advice I could give a fuck about them lies Cross me once, I'm cuttin' like all ties It goes one (one), two (two) Three, four minutes in the pool (oh yeah) Then it go five (five), six (six) A couple strokes with them butterfly hips (oh yeah) Then it go seven (seven), eight (eight) Fuck a towel 'cause a nigga can't wait I'm goin' nine (nine, yeah), ten (ten) We both know we was never just friends I can't decide if it's you or I, baby When we, we high, all I know is you saved me Love ain't what I thought I would have found, baby Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby Listen, lil' mommy, you trippin' wallahi We fuss and we fight, then we fuck the next mornin' Get head in Ferrari, we petty and horny I tell her I want it, I want it, I want it I'm gone, off the meds I'm the one you call, Aminé with the dreads She want a big dick nigga with the bread Oh, pussy fire, had a young nigga dead (dead) It goes one (one), two (two) Three, four minutes in the pool (oh yeah) Then it go five (five), six (six) A couple strokes with them butterfly hips (oh yeah) Then it go seven (seven), eight (eight) Fuck a towel 'cause a nigga can't wait I'm goin' nine (nine, yeah), ten (ten) We both know we was never just friends I can't decide if it's you or I, baby When we, we high, all I know is you saved me Love ain't what I thought I would have found, baby Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby
Writer(s): Adam Amine Daniel, Madison Stewart, Tyler James Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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