Come Clean

R4
From the South yeah we climbing
All my life I been grinding
Say you love me why you lying? (why lie, why lie)
I'll get it perfect timing (my time)
Drip come clean
Smoking on that Cali
I ain't touching Amnesia
She be saying "R4 could you buy this for me?"
Sippin' on Belaire I ain't touching brandy
Yeah yeah I ain't touch (I ain't touchin')

I like my bitches bad and I love them boujee
Don't know what you heard I don't F with groupies
She be touching on my hair cause she think I'm Coolie
Have her feeling mad cause she want to do me
I make take her Florida, might take her Maldives
Smoking on this Cali tasting hella fruity
Two minutes later eyes feeling droopy
Really need a diva, man I need a cutie
Tatted on her skin and it shows her beauty
She be shining in the dark something like a ruby
Tying up her hair when I'm feeling moody
I said tying up her hair when I'm feeling moody

From the South yeah we climbing
All my life I been grinding
Say you love me why you lying? (why lie, why lie)
I'll get it perfect timing (my time)
Drip come clean
Smoking on that Cali
I ain't touching Amnesia
She be saying "R4 could you buy this for me?"
Sippin' on Belaire I ain't touching brandy
Yeah yeah I ain't touch (I ain't touchin' bitch)

(Ah ah)
(Woohoo)
R4



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Writer(s): Bouten Morgan Cave
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