Confessions

You in my heart, baby You in my heart, baby You in my heart, baby You in my heart, baby You in my heart, baby You in my heart, baby You in my heart, baby You in my heart, baby You in my heart, baby I'm in the club, drunk as shit, like, bitches be fuckin' or not Bend her over, arching her back, she call me daddy, While I beat up that box She tryna sit on my face, hold on, wait, she tryna play with my bop I'm in the pussy, sound like instrumentals, if that shit wack, I spit on her back I'm in the club throwing hunnids at bitches, like, I think I gotta relax I pop a perc, startin' feening' and itchin', like, feening' To catch me a opp If she a tuti, breakin' her back up, she off the deucey, makin' her act up I'm off the wock, tryna blow up her back up, like, bend over, scratchin' her back up Like, oh, shit, bitch, bitch I'm bent off ciroc, like, I'm tryna start on her block Nutt in that pussy treat her like my main, like, I'm a groupie, bitch, I'm a thot, like I'm tryna see how you rock, like, turn around, bounce on that uhh Beat on her pussy, sound like she beat boxin When I hit it, she be like, dam, shit, I, I feel in love with the way that she moan in my mouth Fuck her missionary, ain't no runnin', like, I don't care if we fuck up that couch I be lowkey fuckin' with my exes, like, Jazzy, one call away Lucy talkin' to my main, fuck, I got a chill anyway Shit, fuck, I'm bent fuckin' on her best friends Like, to this day, and she still ain't find out Like, I was fuckin' her friends on that couch I had a crib in the Bronx wit my bitch And I fucked, like, three of her friends I can't remember too many to count All I remember was rounds on that couch You think I'm toxic, yeah, I know, like Jessie told me, you not low, like I had her mom's on the low She was textin' my gram, like, nigga, give me pole Light, skin, and conceited, ass fat, I might have to beat it Thumb on her butt, hit her like I'm mean it Like, shit, perc got me feening I'm in the club throwin' hundreds at bitches, like I think I gotta relax, I pop a perc started feening' and itchin', like Feening' to catch me a opp, if she a tuti, breakin' her back up She off the duecey, makin' her act up I'm off the wock, tryna blow up her back up Like Bend her ova, scratchin' her back up Damn, like damn, damn, like scratchin' her back up Damn, damn, damn, like scratchin' her back up Damn, damn, damn, like scratchin' her back up Like bend her ova, scratchin' her back up