Ways

Yeah
Yeah

Walk it out
Talk it out
Match it up
Running out
Of my head
Out of mind
Found my bed
Out of sight

I can give the shawty what she want
I just cannot seem to move on
I just wanna sing a new song
I cannot see sparingly too long

It's a gift and a curse
Keep my shit in her purse
Keep my clique on alert, yuh
She might put my dick on a shirt
She might give up her skirt
Just to skrt, skrt, skrt off

It's a gift and a curse
Keep my shit in her purse
Keep my clique on alert, yuh
She might put my dick on a shirt
She might give up her skirt
Just to skrt, skrt, skrt off

Aw
Tryna fuck up how you walk
Wanna roll tonight? let's slide, i'm dippin off
Ayayayay, ima make that kitty talk
If she gonna slide, then she better go and swallow
Baby love to cry, i think that she need a bottle
It's a new night life
You should come and follow
These niggas finite
Miss model bitch
Waddle, strip
It's a gift, it's a bitch, yeah, it hurts
Poppin all my shit 'cause i'm lit ('Cause i'm)
She want a lit nigga blitzing the surface
These young niggas nervous
I know how to work it

Walk it out
Talk it out
Match it up
Running out
Of my head
Out of mind
Found my bed
Out of sight

I can give the shawty what she want
I just cannot seem to move on
I just wanna sing a new song
I cannot see sparingly too long

It's a gift and a curse
Keep my shit in her purse
Keep my clique on alert, yuh
She might put my dick on a shirt
She might give up her skirt
Just to skrt, skrt, skrt off

It's a gift and a curse
Keep my shit in her purse
Keep my clique on alert, yuh
She might put my dick on a shirt
She might give up her skirt
Just to skrt, skrt, skrt off



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
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