India, Pt. 3

TouchofTrent be wildin' with it

The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before
The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before
Fuck you from the back, feel like I hit it before
And I asked you for some anus, like you ain't did it before

Before me, I don't care who was before me
You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely
My baby, challenges, you know 'em, baby
I gravitated towards your love for the making

Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage
Make sure you make a hundred M's off cosmetics
When I decide to get you a ring I'm getting all carats
And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous

And when I do tell you I love you it don't be small letters
And you gon' cuss a nigga out tryna fuck for some Margielas
I hate when you try to ignore me
They tried to say that you ain't for me
I had to figure it out on my own
I had to take you on this journey

You got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm
Stop movin' girl, I'm 'bout to cum
I changed your life from the ghetto
You got me screamin' falsetto

Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal
Love when you're landing, see you at arrival
No label song wasn't for you, I need a title
Done fuckin' these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal

She don't care to be around my boys
You concealed to carry my heart like a FOID
I don't want no different hoes like Floyd
Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd

I'm holding you down
You're so used to clowns
Pop up unannounced
Told me he a mouse
Told me don't give him pounds
Told me he ain't allowed
Told me he ain't my crowd
It was true so I'm proud

Make me proud, make me proud
Make me proud, make me proud, baby



Credits
Writer(s): Hagan Lange, Trenton D. Turner, Durk D Banks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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