WALKIN' HOME
You already know I'm not
Something to mess with
I'm like,
Which picture, which club, which hope
We just had this conversation
Fifteen minutes ago
She swerve, woah, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Then she like,
"Fine nigga,
Treat your woman like hell"
But get your ass up out the car,
You walking home by yourself
She swerve, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Yeah, but you ain't picture perfect
Neither, I see you where you lead her
Acts like you a hoe but
Want respect like you Aretha
Said you with your girl, but no,
Your girl said that they seen ya
How come I can't yell at you but
You and me supposed to be equal
And I never let go of the shit that
You said back at your party, right
You said there were plenty of
Niggas like me out there
That you could find
Well, I invite you, fine wine,
I'll be nice, boo
'Cause in two years it's gon' bite,
You gon' crawl back like I never liked you
But that's cool, I ain't trippin'
But Lord knows I've been testing hoes and chilling
If you take me back I might
Clean the clothes out the kitchen
A month ago, we back again
Yelling and they bitching
I'm running 'round like,
Which picture, which club, which hope
We just had this conversation
Fifteen minutes ago
She swerve, woah, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Then she like,
"Fine nigga,
Treat your woman like hell"
But get your ass up out the car,
You walking home by yourself
She swerve, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Yeah, left, right, switching lanes,
Shawty driving wild and low
Me, I spin around my hair,
You wipe off your cover-up
I don't got no time for
Nno lies, not a minute
You done lost your mind,
Like you drive like a menace
If you wasn't my bitch
I be on the island or something
Ain't no questions,
Sipping Mai Tai's at a function
I love you but why you
Gotta hate though
Seconds later, walking
On the interstate though
Which picture, which club, which hope
We just had this conversation
Fifteen minutes ago
She swerve, woah, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Then she like,
"Fine nigga,
Treat your woman like hell"
But get your ass up out the car,
You walking home by yourself
She swerve, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Something to mess with
I'm like,
Which picture, which club, which hope
We just had this conversation
Fifteen minutes ago
She swerve, woah, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Then she like,
"Fine nigga,
Treat your woman like hell"
But get your ass up out the car,
You walking home by yourself
She swerve, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Yeah, but you ain't picture perfect
Neither, I see you where you lead her
Acts like you a hoe but
Want respect like you Aretha
Said you with your girl, but no,
Your girl said that they seen ya
How come I can't yell at you but
You and me supposed to be equal
And I never let go of the shit that
You said back at your party, right
You said there were plenty of
Niggas like me out there
That you could find
Well, I invite you, fine wine,
I'll be nice, boo
'Cause in two years it's gon' bite,
You gon' crawl back like I never liked you
But that's cool, I ain't trippin'
But Lord knows I've been testing hoes and chilling
If you take me back I might
Clean the clothes out the kitchen
A month ago, we back again
Yelling and they bitching
I'm running 'round like,
Which picture, which club, which hope
We just had this conversation
Fifteen minutes ago
She swerve, woah, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Then she like,
"Fine nigga,
Treat your woman like hell"
But get your ass up out the car,
You walking home by yourself
She swerve, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Yeah, left, right, switching lanes,
Shawty driving wild and low
Me, I spin around my hair,
You wipe off your cover-up
I don't got no time for
Nno lies, not a minute
You done lost your mind,
Like you drive like a menace
If you wasn't my bitch
I be on the island or something
Ain't no questions,
Sipping Mai Tai's at a function
I love you but why you
Gotta hate though
Seconds later, walking
On the interstate though
Which picture, which club, which hope
We just had this conversation
Fifteen minutes ago
She swerve, woah, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Then she like,
"Fine nigga,
Treat your woman like hell"
But get your ass up out the car,
You walking home by yourself
She swerve, slow down
She swerve, slow down
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Writer(s): Luke Hubbard, Cecil John
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