Lyrics

Yuh, uh-huh, uh Yuh, mic check, mic check, yuh (okay) Ayy, uh Slow dance, slow dance nigga, ayy Uh, yuh-yuh (gang), uh, yuh-yuh (check-check) Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, okay, yuh January coldest fuckin' shit, bitch (uh) Get up off my phone, you only like me 'cause I'm six, bitch ('cause I'm six, bitch) Your boyfriend talkin' shit, I ain't shy to send 'em to Styx, bitch (send 'em to Styx, bitch) It's icy, so I guess we just gon' catch him when he slips, bitch (catch him when he slips, we gon' catch him when he-) Thinkin' 'bout the crib and all my whips, bitch I feel like I'm trapped, like I can't move, I'm feelin' boxed in (I'm feelin' boxed in) Tryna navigate this fuckin' world in my black skin ('cause I'm black, bitch) Askin' me these questions, I reply with, "Well, who's askin'?" (Yeah, yeah) Don't let nobody step in (don't let nobody step in) I think I'm really flawed and my soul is stolen and broken (uh) I have this feeling like every single day (ayy, uh, uh-huh) Back when I was glowin' I had this token to take me away From all these motherfuckin' games they play (ayy) Niggas yellin', "What the blood clot?" (Uh-huh) Leave you with your blood clot (ayy) I left all my thoughts in a box far away (ayy, uh, uh-huh) Call me Mr. Make Her Dance She takes off her clothes, I done made my plans, ayy, yuh Why that nigga actin' like a big stepper? (Big stepper) Your bitch say she leave yo ass for me when I met her I tell shorty "Shut up" 'cause she likes to scream when I sex her (when I sex) Tell me you can't find nobody better (better) Lately I been burnin' bridges (uh) Bags under my eyes 'cause I don't sleep until I'm finished (finished) Foreign shorty Finnish, don't stop sucking 'til I finish (finish) Niggas ask me how I'm sane if I'm surrounded by this gold or the hoes or the clothes (yeah, yeah, yeah) I feel like I'm really flawed and my soul is stolen and broken (uh) I have this feeling like every single day (ayy, uh, uh-huh) Back when I was glowin' I had this token to take me away From all these motherfuckin' games they play (ayy) Niggas yellin', "What the blood clot?" (Uh-huh) Leave you with your blood clot (ayy) I left all my thoughts in a box far away (ayy, uh, uh-huh) Call me Mr. Make Her Dance (ayy, yeah, ayy) She takes off her clothes, I done made my plans (ayy, uh, uh-huh, okay, yeah)
Writer(s): Shermar Paul, Carl Andersson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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