Rock With Me (Bonus Track)

You always jumping to conclusions
(Baby girl you always jumping to conclusions)
(Baby girl you always jumping to conclusions)
(Baby girl you always jumping to conclusions)
(Baby girl you always jumping to conclusions)

See my phone hung up, from the FaceTime
Cause my phone died, and swear it's true
I'm not a phone guy, but it swear to God
It took a long time until tried to boot

You tryna cut me off, then just do it
I don't speak bullshit and you fluent
Should of never bought you Henny rounds like a full clip
You in a fool clique and I knew it

Let me do me for a minute
Girl I will hit you in a few
Just cause I'm not text fast, I'm not getting ass
I'm probably with the crew

Sipping Crown, you know how we do
Run the town, it ain't nothing new
I know you down, but you be in ya moods
But do not worry cause I'm coming to you

I want you rock wit me
I want you to rock wit me
I want you to rock wit me, sipping remy
Getting dizzy, rolling blizzies middle of the city

Just rock wit me (rock, rock, rock)
I want you to rock with me (rock, rock, rock)
I want you to rock with me, sipping remy
Getting dizzy, rolling blizzies middle of the city

You told me if I fucked up, you killing both of us
That's a hood crime, turn it to good vine
That's why I couldn't even take you on my tour bus
We ain't fucking baby girl, we having good times

Always leaping to the worst, you must do long jump, you leaping to my dirt
Yeah they talking to me, and Ima little flirt
But I leave them in the wind like tossed herbs
A snack, you orderbs

On the road, they thick, but get more curved
Girl you fly like four birds with no turds
Word to me, try and whisper a word to me
Ima have ya feet higher than a burglary

A bad pesticide cause I murder beats
Hop in the lex, we gon take it down to Myrtle Beach
Ya face down, I take down like cubone
Then bone while niggas hitting you up like what is you on

You always jumping to conclusions
(Baby girl you always jumping to conclusions)
(Baby girl you always jumping to conclusions)
(Baby girl you always jumping to conclusions)
(Baby girl you always jumping to conclusions)

See I know what's good for ya (oooh oh oh ohhh)
I need you to chill could ya
I'm in this by myself, in a league of my own
But Ima need ya help, please pick up the phone

See I been so good to ya
I'm not like these other niggas girl
I'm not out to do you wrong, only do right
Any given night, I don't wanna fight

I want you rock wit me
I want you to rock wit me
I want you to rock wit me, sipping remy
Getting dizzy, rolling blizzies middle of the city

Just rock wit me (rock, rock, rock)
I want you to rock with me (rock, rock, rock)
I want you to rock with me, sipping remy
Getting dizzy, rolling blizzies middle of the city

I want you to rock with me girl (ooh ayo oh)
Please be my rock, will ya girl (please be my rock)
These niggas gon flock to ya girl (I know they gon flock)
I'm not gonna stop, till you my girl (no no no no)



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Braxton
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