Talks With Bae
Young nigga caught a body know I'm finna do the race
She giving sloppy head made me think of Ella mai
Chubby nigga baby know I gotta clean my plate
Before I taste the pussy know I gotta say my grace
She getting real nasty slap my dicc all on her face
Only fucc with cougars I ain't tryna catch a case
Lil mama like to play swear she wanna make a tape
She Got that jungle fever cause fuccin with a ape
They don't understand how I grew up in the trenches
Real solid nigga I ain't riding for the bitches
Just don't act surprised if I ask you do you miss me
I know these hoes ain't loyal when they nigga out the city
Once you fucc me over know a nigga losing interest
Her attitude raw she reminding me of Chrissy
I kinda see resheeda cause she really bout her business
Through the ups and downs she ten she the realist
Baby just relax we needa have a conversation
Rubbing on your body heard you need some meditation
Smoking on this wood I know you need some medication
Inhaling all the problems let em out ventilation
Lookin in your eyes I need your full concentration
Taking all these flights at the max elevation
Tryna leave the hood but the streets really made me
Wanna take a trip baby place that reservation
You know I'm riding for You i ain't showing hesitation
Change come with time I know you running out patience
I see it in your eyes better speak on what you thinking
You tryna hold it in that's just building confrontation
Maybe if we talk we wouldn't have these complications
And leave your friends out we don't need they commentating
Know bitches mad cause we really tryna make it
When I said I love you know I meant it it was sacred
Time steady passing but you bitching bout a post
I hate that you can't see it but you really do the most
Trapping for the bread got me running through the oaks
With a business side got me feeling like I'm ghost
Life of the party they be thinking I'm the host
They wonder bout my bread gotta get it by the loaf
They hatin on my sauce kinda extra with the Roast
burning thru the bread know I kinda like it toasted
I know you like to argue when you wanna give the throat
Choking on my dicc snot coming out your nose
I'm living by the code no I can't respect a hoe
When that money calling know a nigga gotta go
If you bout a bag you better know about the road
Them demons want the money they a really take ya soul
These bitches always Lying they don't never play they roll
She say she loved a nigga then she went an fucced my bro
She giving sloppy head made me think of Ella mai
Chubby nigga baby know I gotta clean my plate
Before I taste the pussy know I gotta say my grace
She getting real nasty slap my dicc all on her face
Only fucc with cougars I ain't tryna catch a case
Lil mama like to play swear she wanna make a tape
She Got that jungle fever cause fuccin with a ape
They don't understand how I grew up in the trenches
Real solid nigga I ain't riding for the bitches
Just don't act surprised if I ask you do you miss me
I know these hoes ain't loyal when they nigga out the city
Once you fucc me over know a nigga losing interest
Her attitude raw she reminding me of Chrissy
I kinda see resheeda cause she really bout her business
Through the ups and downs she ten she the realist
Baby just relax we needa have a conversation
Rubbing on your body heard you need some meditation
Smoking on this wood I know you need some medication
Inhaling all the problems let em out ventilation
Lookin in your eyes I need your full concentration
Taking all these flights at the max elevation
Tryna leave the hood but the streets really made me
Wanna take a trip baby place that reservation
You know I'm riding for You i ain't showing hesitation
Change come with time I know you running out patience
I see it in your eyes better speak on what you thinking
You tryna hold it in that's just building confrontation
Maybe if we talk we wouldn't have these complications
And leave your friends out we don't need they commentating
Know bitches mad cause we really tryna make it
When I said I love you know I meant it it was sacred
Time steady passing but you bitching bout a post
I hate that you can't see it but you really do the most
Trapping for the bread got me running through the oaks
With a business side got me feeling like I'm ghost
Life of the party they be thinking I'm the host
They wonder bout my bread gotta get it by the loaf
They hatin on my sauce kinda extra with the Roast
burning thru the bread know I kinda like it toasted
I know you like to argue when you wanna give the throat
Choking on my dicc snot coming out your nose
I'm living by the code no I can't respect a hoe
When that money calling know a nigga gotta go
If you bout a bag you better know about the road
Them demons want the money they a really take ya soul
These bitches always Lying they don't never play they roll
She say she loved a nigga then she went an fucced my bro
Credits
Writer(s): Dajuan Purvis
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