Niska's Baby

I'm run it back cuz I know you like that
Back up off me lil nigga you on know me like dat
Ion a give a fuck if a nigga hatin
Ima blow this shit up I'm losing patience
You was dressed in all black you was serving all the packs
Then I told you that I love you ima get you out the trap
And ima run it up I ain't waiting
Even if the radio don't play me

And there's nothing else to it girl
You like my music said I'm from Houston so I might screw it girl
Cuz you know that I do dis ion fuck wit groupies think I'm finna lose it girl
Feel like Tarantino when you hip up in my bed we finna make a movie girl
Ima glory boy by myself ion need a group to do it girl

Why don't you ever say it
You swear I'm being patient
You love my penetration
Gotta bad bitch she Haitian
Yeah she like expensive trips vacation
And It could've been you but you was playing

But I gotta say, oh niecey, just please me, why is this so familiar?
Just met her, already feel like I know the real her

This not the first time you got up and left when shit would go down
We was so fucked up when we was just coolin sippin on crown
You got that shit that somebody would look for but won't find
You musta done this before, this can't be your first time

They keep telling me don't save you
If I ignore all that advice
Then something isn't right
Then who will I complain to?
But the weekends here started it right
Even if I only get part of it right
Live for today, plan for tomorrow
Party tonight, party tonight
You got your guards up, I do too
There's things we might discover
Cause you got a past and I do too, we're perfect for each other



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Collins
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