TEMPTATIONS

(Chosolovely)
(Aye, hold on)
(It's Chosolovely nigga)

Baby
I seen your number on my telephone
She wanna slide through to rehearse some that she wrote
Your temptations got you acting outta control
Girl taste it, baby make you crazy

You looking fine as hell
Got all that money, wheres your clientele at
I heard you chilling on the east side
Just me slide for a minute I need a remind of that
Cause she so ghetto and nasty
I'll tag her in my post but she can never get at me
She always coming with baggage
But can you spare a couple minutes
Girl I'm tryna get your digits and I'm sorry for persisting
I can't control how I act
Girl you not for the streets you know what your worth is
God your pussy so aquatic I know how to surf it
I need you to come over you know that it's urgent
Need you to fix that brain like a fucking surgeon
You did the same thing, over and over, playing in my head like a daydream
I'll never slide when I'm sober cause I'm with you it's all the same things
She on her third year of college ASU she don't need saving
She really played me
And where she headed, she don't need her heart
Can't believe in no second chance cause of those girls that did me wrong
Cause she so frozen, no emotion
Two big shots in the club, and she rolling
Back and forth how I'm giving her this motion

I seen your number on my telephone
(On the telephone)
She wanna slide through to rehearse some that she wrote
Your temptations got you acting outta control
(Hold on)
Girl taste it, baby make you crazy

I can put it on my soul
That I would do it for my bro
But you done fucked that nigga behind my back so you a hoe
And you always texting 'bae I'm coming over' when you don't
You laid up on Instagram showing couples and be like goals
I just want you for your truth, bae
I just want you, I just want you
I'm too jaded from your clues
Girl he don't want you stop going for him
He your fling just for a moment
All them other niggas trolling you
Why you think after you fuck they keep ghosting you
And I got too many hoes but I dropped them for you
Haha
But ill drop them for you
The way I speak into the bottle, me singing the blues
I just know about the shit but she ain't getting the truth
(Excuse me, excuse me)
Hop up in that Benz she got too loose

She had a few drinks, with me, just to get her outside the club
But here's the thing with me
I know you can't take your eyes off me
Bring the bottle of Celine
I told her bring the models so I can smear their Maybelline
Put them all in a Range Rover, got them bitches saying all the same things yea

(Said I love you, no you don't)
(Said I trust you, bitch no you don't)
(Said I'll fuck you, you just won't smoke)
(Oh, she knows)
(Baby like why you calling me on the telephone)