S. E. N. S. I. T. I. V. E.
Yeah
I ain't even gon' say much
Imma say this one time
Whoever listening (Whoever, I don't know)
Ayy
She say she S-E-N-S-I-T-I-V-E
Baby girl, you know you good with me
I was in the trap, tryna get it for the low-key
I've been in the streets since I was like fourteen
I ain't doin' favors 'cause you pussy niggas owe me
I just got spotted outside but that's your bitch
Groupie-ass bitch asked me, can she post this
I was born broke while my kids can be born rich
Better bring a bag, baby girl, that's a whole tip
She better suck the dick, can't even get a, "Oh, shit"
Shawty work at Player Club like LisaRaye
She ain't leave a tip, she make a check today
The way she move that body, she gon' make me spend like half her pay
I can really tell that she a heavyweight
But lil' baby ain't never honest
I hear you speakin' words, you just talkin'
I can't even comprehend your logic
No wonder that so many's fallin'
No money, them Benjis callin'
I'm like fuck her, like fuck, ain't even love her
We so out of touch, I fuck with mink rubbers
Don't mean what you say like putts with no putter
All this purp' in my cup, I dream 'bout pink summers
She say she S-E-N-S-I-T-I-V-E
Baby girl, you know you good with me
I was in the trap, tryna get it for the low-key
I've been in the streets since I was like fourteen
I ain't doin' favors 'cause you pussy niggas owe me
I just got spotted outside but that's your bitch
Groupie-ass bitch asked me, can she post this
I ain't even gon' say much
Imma say this one time
Whoever listening (Whoever, I don't know)
Ayy
She say she S-E-N-S-I-T-I-V-E
Baby girl, you know you good with me
I was in the trap, tryna get it for the low-key
I've been in the streets since I was like fourteen
I ain't doin' favors 'cause you pussy niggas owe me
I just got spotted outside but that's your bitch
Groupie-ass bitch asked me, can she post this
I was born broke while my kids can be born rich
Better bring a bag, baby girl, that's a whole tip
She better suck the dick, can't even get a, "Oh, shit"
Shawty work at Player Club like LisaRaye
She ain't leave a tip, she make a check today
The way she move that body, she gon' make me spend like half her pay
I can really tell that she a heavyweight
But lil' baby ain't never honest
I hear you speakin' words, you just talkin'
I can't even comprehend your logic
No wonder that so many's fallin'
No money, them Benjis callin'
I'm like fuck her, like fuck, ain't even love her
We so out of touch, I fuck with mink rubbers
Don't mean what you say like putts with no putter
All this purp' in my cup, I dream 'bout pink summers
She say she S-E-N-S-I-T-I-V-E
Baby girl, you know you good with me
I was in the trap, tryna get it for the low-key
I've been in the streets since I was like fourteen
I ain't doin' favors 'cause you pussy niggas owe me
I just got spotted outside but that's your bitch
Groupie-ass bitch asked me, can she post this
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Jarrod Fisher
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