Eve
Please don't think I'm crazy cause a nigga just applying pressure
The way you screaming out to god
I hope he come and bless you
Rocks up on my wrist, I had to switch it up
I need more material before I'll need some love
And she gone throw it back
She ain't even gotta turn around, she know it's fat
Even on the weekends, she don't let the boy relax
Wait until I get the sticks again and I attack
I might get to know you fore I go and blow this stack
Need another night out so that I can find this vixen
Feel like those hours weren't enough for time to show what's missing
She from Georgia, she got a peach
But that mind got a shine
Like the sediment you might observe on the beach
Watching niggas strike out
Feel the strength of the way she protecting her peace
Like I gotta go get her and show them why they do not have it like me
Catch me looking and walk through the crowd
She decided that she'd have a seat
Whisper into my ear with a smile saying let me know and we can leave
Said the nights still young, we ain't gotta go nowhere soon
She put the card in my hand and told me meet her at her room
Please don't think I'm crazy cause a nigga just applying pressure
The way you screaming out to god
I hope he come and bless you
Rocks up on my wrist, I had to switch it up
I need more material before I'll need some love
And she gone throw it back
She ain't even gotta turn around, she know it's fat
Even on the weekends, she don't let the boy relax
Wait until I get the sticks again and I attack
I might get to know you fore I go and blow this stack
Roll over to your face
I can't rid of the taste
Guess I'll be out on my way
Might find it hard, but it's fate
She blow my phone up like what
I text her back like what's up
Said I just wasted her time
She thought this meant she was mine
But I can't love you now, I'm sorry
My book too full for your story
I went with the things you wanted
Don't hate me for being honest
Said the nights still young, we ain't gotta go nowhere soon
She put the card in my hand and told me meet her at her room
Please don't think I'm crazy cause a nigga just applying pressure
The way you screaming out to god
I hope he come and bless you
Rocks up on my wrist, I had to switch it up
I need more material before I'll need some love
And she gone throw it back
She ain't even gotta turn around, she know it's fat
Even on the weekends, she don't let the boy relax
Wait until I get the sticks again and I attack
I might get to know you fore I go and blow this stack
The way you screaming out to god
I hope he come and bless you
Rocks up on my wrist, I had to switch it up
I need more material before I'll need some love
And she gone throw it back
She ain't even gotta turn around, she know it's fat
Even on the weekends, she don't let the boy relax
Wait until I get the sticks again and I attack
I might get to know you fore I go and blow this stack
Need another night out so that I can find this vixen
Feel like those hours weren't enough for time to show what's missing
She from Georgia, she got a peach
But that mind got a shine
Like the sediment you might observe on the beach
Watching niggas strike out
Feel the strength of the way she protecting her peace
Like I gotta go get her and show them why they do not have it like me
Catch me looking and walk through the crowd
She decided that she'd have a seat
Whisper into my ear with a smile saying let me know and we can leave
Said the nights still young, we ain't gotta go nowhere soon
She put the card in my hand and told me meet her at her room
Please don't think I'm crazy cause a nigga just applying pressure
The way you screaming out to god
I hope he come and bless you
Rocks up on my wrist, I had to switch it up
I need more material before I'll need some love
And she gone throw it back
She ain't even gotta turn around, she know it's fat
Even on the weekends, she don't let the boy relax
Wait until I get the sticks again and I attack
I might get to know you fore I go and blow this stack
Roll over to your face
I can't rid of the taste
Guess I'll be out on my way
Might find it hard, but it's fate
She blow my phone up like what
I text her back like what's up
Said I just wasted her time
She thought this meant she was mine
But I can't love you now, I'm sorry
My book too full for your story
I went with the things you wanted
Don't hate me for being honest
Said the nights still young, we ain't gotta go nowhere soon
She put the card in my hand and told me meet her at her room
Please don't think I'm crazy cause a nigga just applying pressure
The way you screaming out to god
I hope he come and bless you
Rocks up on my wrist, I had to switch it up
I need more material before I'll need some love
And she gone throw it back
She ain't even gotta turn around, she know it's fat
Even on the weekends, she don't let the boy relax
Wait until I get the sticks again and I attack
I might get to know you fore I go and blow this stack
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