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Two For Real, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah Baby, why you ain't tell me? Why you ain't tell me? You a bad bitch Can I have it? You a star, you my number one draft pick Hit Saks Fifth, you got all the bags Fly you out anywhere on the islands Baby, why you didn't tell me you was a savage? Baby, why you didn't tell me that pussy fire? That's hot, hot Baby, why you didn't tell me that pussy water got that agua? You know I'm a druggie You're my lil' buddy Get in your tummy I'm gon' make you love me You got my soul, shawty I love it when you fuck me Is you gon' pull up in the set when it get ugly? If I wanted you and want your friend, would you plug me? Raisin' my pockets, I got 'em bustin' Can't get in my feelings, I can't trust you You know love duos, you know I fuck with her 'cause You a bad bitch Can I have it? You a star, you my number one draft pick Hit Saks Fifth, you got all the bags Fly you out anywhere on the islands Baby, why you didn't tell me you was a savage? Baby, why you didn't tell me that pussy fire? That's hot, hot Baby, why you didn't tell me that pussy water got that agua? Said baby, why you didn't tell me that pussy got niggas trippin'? Got niggas all in your mentions Got niggas leavin' they bitches Got bitches leavin' they niggas Wait, why you ain't tell me you be fuckin' with bitches? Wait, why you be trippin'? Why you all in my business? Why you be goin' through my phone tryna DM my bitches? Why you ain't tell sugar daddy get that Gucci for Christmas? Yeah She my bitch, she be runnin' game on me You know I ain't no nigga, put that thang on me You can have my heart, don't switch lanes on me You know I'm a dog, don't be waitin' on me Fuck your other nigga, we can stay lowkey If he come around, got my flame on me I'm straight out the hood, come let it bang on me I just wanna call you when I'm fake lonely You got me stuck, I'm gon' take it all in Quick slide, I pull up I make you laugh, make you wet I like your ears I find your spot and go in Ooh, girl, I ain't tell you I was finna touch your spot like that And you ain't tell me that you been around the block like that But that pussy so good, it make me come right back You a bad bitch Can I have it? You a star, you my number one draft pick Hit Saks Fifth, you got all the bags Fly you out anywhere on the islands Baby, why you didn't tell me you was a savage? Baby, why you didn't tell me that pussy fire? That's hot, hot Baby, why you didn't tell me that pussy water got that agua?
Writer(s): Darryl Brown, Bryce P. Wilson, Amel E. Larrieux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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