Sex Dreams About Platonic Friends

(Check the window I'm right outside) (Come down and let me in) I told you, baby (Forbidden fruit all on my mind) I'll be there in a minute (You greet me with kiss baby) Yeah, bitch (Check the window I'm right outside) Shit I don't know (Come down and let me in) Lemme, lemme record this verse though Come down let me in, baby It's raining I got my whole foot wet, that shit crazy I just parked a Mercedes so they won't know you shady I'm just tryna get this nut and it ain't my baby I m stabbing out when we finish I can't cuddle you shorty im heartless My shit been died, falafel with french fries I don't drink anything but water Without permission, my style they just keep borrowing Felt targeted, don't get me started Bussin' Check the window I'm right outside Come down and let me in Forbidden fruit all on my mind You greet me with kiss baby Sweet grace blueberry I swear I love the taste But I be coming in tonight It's time to find But I ain't really care though My momma told me not to stare Like it was rude or something Aye let me know if she was new or something She all at me i ain't even have to say two words But who heard, i was kinda nervous My other bitch do everything cause i still deserve it The best i do huh, five two or fly two Who really cares though Aye for those pics i don't dare pose I ain't even in the mood niggas bless bottles But won't pray over food Or is that rude gangsta before the tattoos Blue hat and black shoes I was that dude Aye let me know if it's smokey I clear it out with the fair amount Whos gold and whos gold plated I only make bold statements Lemme go cause my hoes waiting It's still raining Picture this shit I'm still painting this vivid and giving you chills ain't it Check the window I'm right outside Come down and let me in Forbidden fruit all on my mind You greet me with kiss baby Sweet grace blueberry I swear I love the taste But I be coming in tonight It's time to find She seem kinda anxious One night stand better than five years wasted I'm thumbin through the faces On the dating apps I'm tired of paper But here go some papers Made a rollie because she tried to play me You gotta meet me in person And I never beg another nigga for verses yeah I'm tryna murder shit This is what they mad for Never had hoes Froggy legs they jus tadpoles This shit just like diseases We played Mario Kart At crown liquor on easter We ain't headline no They mades us open the T's The day of the photoshoot I was hungover Ask me how so stupid even the gas stations stopped selling gucci belts, nigga