Look Back
(Hold up)
I told her look back like you backing out
Girl I'm going hard till I'm passing out
Fuck you so good
Get you so wet
You gone have turn the mattress round
You taking that, and throwing it back
Your daddy calling you upside down
I'm all action, baby, like fuck a noun
Know I don't hang with squares
Know I don't fuck around
Know I don't hang with squares
Know I don't fuck around
Fuck a bitch, I need a Bentley
I might fuck on your bitch if she sexy
Just give me the pussy, don't sext me
The good die young, no happy ending
My memory cloudy, a bag of smoke
She said that she love me
That's all she wrote
My dick like religion
It's down her throat
I'm lighting this gas, I'm about to blow
My house on the water
Might cop a boat
I be getting high just to balance lows
Around me is water, Galapagos
I just want me a smash with a lot of mouth
Got my foot on the gas
Bumping 95 south
I fuck and I'm dipping
I know my objectives
And I'm on a mission
I turn your bitch 'round like my wrist in the kitchen
I pull in the foreign like fuck it we whipping
I come around and your shawty go missing
She came for me cause I'm fucking her different
I told her look back like you backing out
Girl I'm going hard till you passing out
Fuck you so good
Get you so wet
You gone have turn the mattress round
You taking that, and throwing it back
Your daddy calling you upside down
I'm all action, baby, like fuck a noun
Know I don't hang with squares
Know I don't fuck around
Know I don't hang with squares
Know I don't fuck around
I told her look back like you backing out
Girl I'm going hard till I'm passing out
Fuck you so good
Get you so wet
You gone have turn the mattress round
You taking that, and throwing it back
Your daddy calling you upside down
I'm all action, baby, like fuck a noun
Know I don't hang with squares
Know I don't fuck around
Know I don't hang with squares
Know I don't fuck around
Fuck a bitch, I need a Bentley
I might fuck on your bitch if she sexy
Just give me the pussy, don't sext me
The good die young, no happy ending
My memory cloudy, a bag of smoke
She said that she love me
That's all she wrote
My dick like religion
It's down her throat
I'm lighting this gas, I'm about to blow
My house on the water
Might cop a boat
I be getting high just to balance lows
Around me is water, Galapagos
I just want me a smash with a lot of mouth
Got my foot on the gas
Bumping 95 south
I fuck and I'm dipping
I know my objectives
And I'm on a mission
I turn your bitch 'round like my wrist in the kitchen
I pull in the foreign like fuck it we whipping
I come around and your shawty go missing
She came for me cause I'm fucking her different
I told her look back like you backing out
Girl I'm going hard till you passing out
Fuck you so good
Get you so wet
You gone have turn the mattress round
You taking that, and throwing it back
Your daddy calling you upside down
I'm all action, baby, like fuck a noun
Know I don't hang with squares
Know I don't fuck around
Know I don't hang with squares
Know I don't fuck around
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Writer(s): Corey Powell
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