Mixed Signals

Fake hair fake asses
And fake nails

But you say you want a real nigga What the hell dam

Fake hair fake asses
And fake nails

But you say you want a real nigga What the hell dam

I I try to put shit on your mind
And just run it by you

All you concerned about is what I Want to buy you

Might smash
But if she don't want to be saved

Imma let you live your best life
Get slayed

I like them city girls with that uncle Luke in em
She feeling naughty I know just what To do wit em

Gotta have brains too
It's all about the balance
For lack of a better term girl you Classy ratchet

She gon drop that ass low and look Back at it
All them baller niggas say they Wanna take a stab at it
Black magic self expression that ain't What I got a issue wit
Just wanna see you love yourself Without the artificial shit

Got my own vices
That I gotta deal wit

But if she down to earth that's Someone I can build with
That material won't never ever Measure up
Shawty I just love to see a goddess Level up

You can fool another nigga
With the girl games
Baby I don't intermingle
With the bird brains

She stylish polished
Plus she went to college
Kitty got low mileage
Plus she blind to the nonsense
You ain't worth my time then I treat You like a side chick
If she got a mind
Then I treat her like your highness

Turn up wit ya girls
Cuz it's Friday
Take it back like them 935 days

Got west side stories for the ages
Dolled up
But your confidence is tainted

Nice for what that's her shit
Hit them angles

Serving looks like she instagram Famous
Won't judge you you know I give the Upmost

These mixed Signals
Got me wondering
Would you fuck tho?



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Writer(s): Parrish Young
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