Have the Time (feat. Louisiana Ry)
Power over me
Thinking it's greatness
Arguing
Now I can't take it
Lay down bae
Why the fuck you ain't naked?
Turn on your stomach
Ripping it up
Talk that shit
While dick in your guts
Bae I'm hungry
She fixing it up
Something wrong
Intuition is clutch
Why hide it?
I'm knowing what's up
Pack my shit
I'm sick of this girl
She get to crying like I'm picking on her
Dog in the sheets
Ain't no difference in us
She pretend for what
They picturing us
It's back there
You looking for cups
Two basketballs
They dribble too much
Why pass the ball
When I still wanna fuck
I'm nasty y'all
Can't say too much
This alcohol is filling the cup
Talking reckless
Like you really just cut
In the Back room
Knowing what's up
Call her vaccuum
Sucking it up
Rode runner
Rule is safety
Grill her ass
Them jokes be crazy
She fine yeah she my lil baby
Strong shot and
Nah I ain't chasing
Tell me are you with me
Do you feel me
You got time for it
Get up on my level
Then stoop down and have the time for me
I been fucking with you
Grab a tissue
Clear my mind for this
I wanna get with you
Have an issue
Get your life for you
Daily we've been fighting like two antiques who can't get enough
Ready to walk out
You pack your clothes just to come toot it up
Lay me on my stomach
You a freaky one and I'm in love
Are we right or wrong for seeing different in the same view
Baby boy you hold it down
You bout your paper
You got everybody asking how
You got me glowing
But you make me feel so unannounced
And you ain't feeling happy
You don't feel appreciated
This been going badly
Tell me are you with me
Do you feel me
You got time for it
Get up on my level
Then stoop down
And have the time for me
I been fucking with you
Grab a tissue
Clear my mind for this
I wanna get with you
Have an issue
Get your life for you
Loving through heartache
Feeling my heartbreak
So many war wounds
You'd think I was Scarface
Putting up with everybody's shit
Too young to be stressing
I gave up my dog days
Somebody told me that love is a war
But this got me filling my ashtrays and more
Something about you got me so addicted
I'll wipe any bitch tryna come for your heart
Thinking it's greatness
Arguing
Now I can't take it
Lay down bae
Why the fuck you ain't naked?
Turn on your stomach
Ripping it up
Talk that shit
While dick in your guts
Bae I'm hungry
She fixing it up
Something wrong
Intuition is clutch
Why hide it?
I'm knowing what's up
Pack my shit
I'm sick of this girl
She get to crying like I'm picking on her
Dog in the sheets
Ain't no difference in us
She pretend for what
They picturing us
It's back there
You looking for cups
Two basketballs
They dribble too much
Why pass the ball
When I still wanna fuck
I'm nasty y'all
Can't say too much
This alcohol is filling the cup
Talking reckless
Like you really just cut
In the Back room
Knowing what's up
Call her vaccuum
Sucking it up
Rode runner
Rule is safety
Grill her ass
Them jokes be crazy
She fine yeah she my lil baby
Strong shot and
Nah I ain't chasing
Tell me are you with me
Do you feel me
You got time for it
Get up on my level
Then stoop down and have the time for me
I been fucking with you
Grab a tissue
Clear my mind for this
I wanna get with you
Have an issue
Get your life for you
Daily we've been fighting like two antiques who can't get enough
Ready to walk out
You pack your clothes just to come toot it up
Lay me on my stomach
You a freaky one and I'm in love
Are we right or wrong for seeing different in the same view
Baby boy you hold it down
You bout your paper
You got everybody asking how
You got me glowing
But you make me feel so unannounced
And you ain't feeling happy
You don't feel appreciated
This been going badly
Tell me are you with me
Do you feel me
You got time for it
Get up on my level
Then stoop down
And have the time for me
I been fucking with you
Grab a tissue
Clear my mind for this
I wanna get with you
Have an issue
Get your life for you
Loving through heartache
Feeling my heartbreak
So many war wounds
You'd think I was Scarface
Putting up with everybody's shit
Too young to be stressing
I gave up my dog days
Somebody told me that love is a war
But this got me filling my ashtrays and more
Something about you got me so addicted
I'll wipe any bitch tryna come for your heart
Credits
Writer(s): Ryheem Miller
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