Spøelstra

Baby hit it right (Aye)

Baby hit it right
Like she never wrong (She never wrong)
I'm a take momma's advice
Good girl to take home
Who gon' put me on?
I feel like I'm on
I stay in my zone
Got a lot of bad habits, just trying to break the patterns and tendencies
1800 and limes convince her she's more than a friend to me
Bitch, you ain't even a friend to me
Fuck about an enemy
I'm just tryin' to play for keeps
I run it like Spoelstra
I keep my rotation deep
Bad lil biddie gon' post up
I know she gon' take me deep
Ride or die shooter like D-Rob
Sweatin' in the Miami heat
Fall back, fadeaway, crossed up
Conflict of the scheduling
Blowing up in my face
She learn the real me, it's a detriment
Sometimes I got doubts and I struggle with my own competence
Still gon' ball out and take your bitch
I do it with my confidence
It's heaven sent
Yeah, it's heaven sent

Baby hit it right
Like she never wrong (She never wrong)
I'm a take momma's advice
Good girl to take home
Who gon' put me on?

No I can't chase her
Liquor water, need no chaser
Pussy wet wet on splash like Lakers
Tell her Oladipo, I can't pace her
Bad lil bitch my lil heartbreaker
The way she pop it like a skater
Take all my orders, she's my waiter
Gulp it down, she ain't no waster
LV on her like the Raiders
She still taking my breath away, I need me an inhaler
Fuck a Captain Save-A-Hoe, I never been a sailor
Hit it twice then hit the road, I never been a savior
Always ride hard for my city, bitch I never been a traitor
Hotty Toddy Mississippi, she wild out like she a rebel
She gon' ride it like a jockey, this bitch on another level
In my Goyard, I be drippin', gassed up on some Fruity Pebbles
Got no time for hoes who trippin' introduce me to the devil

Baby hit it right
Like she never wrong (She never wrong)
I'm a take momma's advice
Good girl to take home
Who gon' put me on?
I feel like I'm
(I feel like I'm)
(I feel like I'm)
(Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Oskar Serbin
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