Happy
You make me happy, more than sad
You make me feel like the best you ever had
You love that I chase my own bag
Wont catch me running after niggas for no cash
I'm bossed up, his ex bitch is a toss up
I got that juice, no recipe, get yo sauce up
Fucked with a ball player, and got crossed up
That nigga showed no loyalty and he lost a real one
(That's OK though)
Real chicks gon feel this
Hood niggas gon jig to this
Shoutout to all the men
Who aint afraid to commit to some real shit
Most aint been raised right
And really don't know what to do with it
You give me waterfalls
Especially when you kissing it
You make these lames look counterfeit
Put a ring on it, I'll submit
You fucking with the baddest brown skin
Boy come get yo crown, let me King ya
You make me happy, more than sad
You make me feel like the best you ever had
You love that I chase my own bag
Wont catch me running after niggas for no cash
You make me happy, more than sad
You make me feel like the best you ever had
You love that I chase my own bag
Wont catch me running after niggas for no cash
Something like Steph be feening for Ayesha
Hood love like Gucci and Keisha
Something like Drake be singing to these breezys
Young love like Reginae and Lucci
Like Thugga toying with the Uzi
Head game got him like oowee
We made a little movie
X rated, never keep it PG
He know I'm nasty with it
See me out in public
Assume I'm a good girl
Cause I'm always classy with it
Fully clothed, never trashy with it
Make niggas use their imagination
Sex so good leave him fascinated
Strong black man, let him dominate it
Versace sheets, saturated
Good boy, He happy plate it
Get my good angle when I'm rotating
Reverse cowgirl, feel the pulsation
No hands, watch the gyration
Knock him out like a sedation
Make sure he feel every sensation
Rude bwoy mi love di haitain
Make everyday feel like a baecation
You make me happy, more than sad
You make me feel like the best you ever had
You love that I chase my own bag
Wont catch me running after niggas for no cash
You make me happy, more than sad
You make me feel like the best you ever had
You love that I chase my own bag
Wont catch me running after niggas for no cash
You make me feel like the best you ever had
You love that I chase my own bag
Wont catch me running after niggas for no cash
I'm bossed up, his ex bitch is a toss up
I got that juice, no recipe, get yo sauce up
Fucked with a ball player, and got crossed up
That nigga showed no loyalty and he lost a real one
(That's OK though)
Real chicks gon feel this
Hood niggas gon jig to this
Shoutout to all the men
Who aint afraid to commit to some real shit
Most aint been raised right
And really don't know what to do with it
You give me waterfalls
Especially when you kissing it
You make these lames look counterfeit
Put a ring on it, I'll submit
You fucking with the baddest brown skin
Boy come get yo crown, let me King ya
You make me happy, more than sad
You make me feel like the best you ever had
You love that I chase my own bag
Wont catch me running after niggas for no cash
You make me happy, more than sad
You make me feel like the best you ever had
You love that I chase my own bag
Wont catch me running after niggas for no cash
Something like Steph be feening for Ayesha
Hood love like Gucci and Keisha
Something like Drake be singing to these breezys
Young love like Reginae and Lucci
Like Thugga toying with the Uzi
Head game got him like oowee
We made a little movie
X rated, never keep it PG
He know I'm nasty with it
See me out in public
Assume I'm a good girl
Cause I'm always classy with it
Fully clothed, never trashy with it
Make niggas use their imagination
Sex so good leave him fascinated
Strong black man, let him dominate it
Versace sheets, saturated
Good boy, He happy plate it
Get my good angle when I'm rotating
Reverse cowgirl, feel the pulsation
No hands, watch the gyration
Knock him out like a sedation
Make sure he feel every sensation
Rude bwoy mi love di haitain
Make everyday feel like a baecation
You make me happy, more than sad
You make me feel like the best you ever had
You love that I chase my own bag
Wont catch me running after niggas for no cash
You make me happy, more than sad
You make me feel like the best you ever had
You love that I chase my own bag
Wont catch me running after niggas for no cash
Credits
Writer(s): Mia Brooks
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