Basic Instinct (U Got Me)
You got me (you, y-you, y-you, you got me)
See I was out buying Chanel bags
While I was doing that, you turned up your swag (you got me)
Yup, caught me slippin', but get your hustle on
Shorty, I ain't tripping (you got me)
I been in the game since '03
You can try, but you still can't do it like me (you got me)
I hate it when they talk about me
But I love it when they talk about me (you got me)
I got a little too prissy
I didn't expect y'all b- to try to get me (you got me)
But I'ma need that you can go on write your blog
I don't need ya' feedback (you got me)
See I was on the red carpet
When I should've been in the studio laying down hot sh- (you got me)
Madder than a motherf–, I can lie a b– madder than motherf– (you got me)
I'm badder than a mother–
Been up all night like UPS trucker (you got me)
Back up on my job, I'm back up in the trap
Shorty give me dap (you got me)
Back in my corsetto, got me taking off these five inch stilettos (stiletto) (you got me)
Back up out my phantom
I'm back up in the jeep, back up in these streets (you got me)
Hey, hey, I'm all fired up
And tell ya informant I'm all wired up (you got me)
Please no pictures (you got me)
Up off of my twitter (you got me)
I'm back up on my sh–
And when I see the stage, I'ma black-bag that b– (it's on)
I'ma black-bag that b–
And when I see the stage I'ma black-bag that (it's on)
I'ma black-bag that b–
And when I see the stage I'ma black-bag that
I'ma black-bag that
I'ma black-bag that
I'ma black-bag that
And y'all could tell that, I'ma black-bag that
I should've listened to myself before I let you in
I should've warned myself, tell me again and again
I should've cautioned myself before I fell in love with you
But I just pushed myself, that's what lovers do, oh-whoa
Picking up the pieces of my heart
I'm tired of lovin' you in the dark
I wish I could've seen what you had planned for me
Fancy clothes and fancy cars
Don't go that far but turn into misery
When you don't go
With your basic instinct
With your basic instinct
With your basic instinct
With your basic instinct
Instinct
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
See I was out buying Chanel bags
While I was doing that, you turned up your swag (you got me)
Yup, caught me slippin', but get your hustle on
Shorty, I ain't tripping (you got me)
I been in the game since '03
You can try, but you still can't do it like me (you got me)
I hate it when they talk about me
But I love it when they talk about me (you got me)
I got a little too prissy
I didn't expect y'all b- to try to get me (you got me)
But I'ma need that you can go on write your blog
I don't need ya' feedback (you got me)
See I was on the red carpet
When I should've been in the studio laying down hot sh- (you got me)
Madder than a motherf–, I can lie a b– madder than motherf– (you got me)
I'm badder than a mother–
Been up all night like UPS trucker (you got me)
Back up on my job, I'm back up in the trap
Shorty give me dap (you got me)
Back in my corsetto, got me taking off these five inch stilettos (stiletto) (you got me)
Back up out my phantom
I'm back up in the jeep, back up in these streets (you got me)
Hey, hey, I'm all fired up
And tell ya informant I'm all wired up (you got me)
Please no pictures (you got me)
Up off of my twitter (you got me)
I'm back up on my sh–
And when I see the stage, I'ma black-bag that b– (it's on)
I'ma black-bag that b–
And when I see the stage I'ma black-bag that (it's on)
I'ma black-bag that b–
And when I see the stage I'ma black-bag that
I'ma black-bag that
I'ma black-bag that
I'ma black-bag that
And y'all could tell that, I'ma black-bag that
I should've listened to myself before I let you in
I should've warned myself, tell me again and again
I should've cautioned myself before I fell in love with you
But I just pushed myself, that's what lovers do, oh-whoa
Picking up the pieces of my heart
I'm tired of lovin' you in the dark
I wish I could've seen what you had planned for me
Fancy clothes and fancy cars
Don't go that far but turn into misery
When you don't go
With your basic instinct
With your basic instinct
With your basic instinct
With your basic instinct
Instinct
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher A. Stewart, Ciara Princess Harris, Terius Youngdell Nash
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