Lyrics

It's primetime season T up girl we finna lock in Turtleneck trench coat baby no more talkin She hit my phone I ring her bell no reason to be knockin She reachin hidden places for a treat like imma stockin I love how she pour she copying the rain outside Put her straight to sleep drop this shh off like a lullaby She love the way I talk she don't think that my tongue could lie She opened like a coupe to show me where her heart resides I'm knocking down walls eat her up to make her whole She arch it like it's origami imma make her fold She stare me in the eyes with a smile yea she bold She losing track of time she don't wanna see me go She asked when I return I told her somewhere round the twelfth She staring with those eyes no need to talk on how she felt Man fuck these other niggas you don't need nobody else I'm selfish with ya heart I just want you to myself
Writer(s): Chrme Shwty, Edward James Mitchell Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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