Zown

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

Tryna front on me; baby you bet not
Your boy is known to get it lit and keep it red hot
So all that running I'ma put that to a dead stop
Ain't with young money, honey, but I'll make your bed rock
Before I put it down, you alredy know what's up
It's just like hearing DJ Khaled say another one
Checking you out like groceries I had to bag it up
So give it to me 'til I tell you that I had enough
I'm a jiggy na from the city
Take you down like Chris brown, so won't you fuck with me
And whenever we chill it's going down like the NASDAQ
I can't wait to attack that

I know what you like, baby the moods right
And I'ma do you right all night
Skin glistening in the moon light, listening to tunes like
You tryna pay me half on that baby, baby
And if you want me to go down on it
(I'ma go down on it)
Promise I won't play around on it
(No homie won't clown it)
I'ma go down
(Fuck around and drown on it)
I'ma go down on it, I'ma go, go down

We moving too slow now
Impatient like a pacient Im sick of waiting around
I feeling your style and I love your profile
What I wanna do to you is so profound
Let me go down
Bout to Busta Bust it; no funny I'm tryna touch it
And when I go down I promise you gon' love it
Certified service; leave you satisfied for certain
See now that's why they call me 'Mr. Perfect' (ahh)

Oh, you 'Mr. Perfect'? Well, I'm 'Mr. Worth It'
Mister slurp it, then I burp it; no Missy but ill work it
Overtime on that dick; I be with all the dumb shit
'Bout my Mr. Perfect ('bout-'bout my Mr. Perfect)
I'll put it down; just hold me down: don't let me drown tho
I've been hurt before, can you hear it my flow? (Huh?)
Ayo, Pedro, if ya dick ain't hard by the end of this track
Just say "Miss Mikey, get yo' thick ass back in the booth" (haha, my bad)
Who you loving; who you wanna be hugging?
Mean muggin while we stunting; blowing bags like its nothing
Ya ex hollering "fuck Mike,"'cause tonight you fucking Mike
And even if he touched mics; he could never touch Mike

I know what you like, baby the moods right
And I'ma do you right all night
Skin glistening in the moon light, listening to tunes like
You tryna pay me half on that baby, baby
And if you want me to go down on it
(I'ma go down on it)
Promise I won't play around on it
(No homie won't clown it)
I'ma go down
(Fuck around and drown on it)
I'ma go down on it, I'ma go, go down