India, Pt. 3

TouchofTrent be wildin' with it The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before Fuck you from the back, feel like I hit it before And I asked you for some anus, like you ain't did it before Before me, I don't care who was before me You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely My baby, challenges, you know 'em, baby I gravitated towards your love for the making Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage Make sure you make a hundred M's off cosmetics When I decide to get you a ring I'm getting all carats And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous And when I do tell you I love you it don't be small letters And you gon' cuss a nigga out tryna fuck for some Margielas I hate when you try to ignore me They tried to say that you ain't for me I had to figure it out on my own I had to take you on this journey You got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm Stop movin' girl, I'm 'bout to cum I changed your life from the ghetto You got me screamin' falsetto Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal Love when you're landing, see you at arrival No label song wasn't for you, I need a title Done fuckin' these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal She don't care to be around my boys You concealed to carry my heart like a FOID I don't want no different hoes like Floyd Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd I'm holding you down You're so used to clowns Pop up unannounced Told me he a mouse Told me don't give him pounds Told me he ain't allowed Told me he ain't my crowd It was true so I'm proud Make me proud, make me proud Make me proud, make me proud, baby