C O N F E S S I O N S, P T. I I I
Thick girl lover, fuckin up the summer
Runnin up these commas, cop it if you want it
Daddy was a runner, momma kept her covered
Cuff her, but don't trust her
My confessions, like I'm Usher
I don't love you, but I wanna
I know I fuck you when I wanna
No you cannot see me, best believe me, Stevie Wonder
You know how I'm coming, young nigga on the come up
Can't get caught up witcha, gotta keep it undercover
Niggas woke on me, they was sleeping under covers
Got niggas who ain't blood, but I treat em like we brothers
Run yo mouth, better run you up some numbers
You turnin' up, can you turn it down a bit
Been at your crib, that's too many hours spent
These bitches fake, I can't do no counterfeit
Making you bae, baby don't you count on it
Unless you got your legs and your mouth wrapped around my dick
Can you pose for a bit?
You think you niggas up?
You don't want smoke with the kid
You think you niggas up?
We put the O's in the zip
Shawty wanna cuff, but it's too many hoes in the vip
Thick girl lover, fuckin up the summer
Runnin up these commas, cop it if you want it
Daddy was a runner, momma kept her covered
Cuff her, but don't trust her
My confessions, like I'm Usher
I don't love you, but I wanna
I know I fuck you when I wanna
No you cannot see me, best believe me, Stevie Wonder
You know how I'm coming, young nigga on the come up
Can't get caught up witcha, gotta
Runnin up these commas, cop it if you want it
Daddy was a runner, momma kept her covered
Cuff her, but don't trust her
My confessions, like I'm Usher
I don't love you, but I wanna
I know I fuck you when I wanna
No you cannot see me, best believe me, Stevie Wonder
You know how I'm coming, young nigga on the come up
Can't get caught up witcha, gotta keep it undercover
Niggas woke on me, they was sleeping under covers
Got niggas who ain't blood, but I treat em like we brothers
Run yo mouth, better run you up some numbers
You turnin' up, can you turn it down a bit
Been at your crib, that's too many hours spent
These bitches fake, I can't do no counterfeit
Making you bae, baby don't you count on it
Unless you got your legs and your mouth wrapped around my dick
Can you pose for a bit?
You think you niggas up?
You don't want smoke with the kid
You think you niggas up?
We put the O's in the zip
Shawty wanna cuff, but it's too many hoes in the vip
Thick girl lover, fuckin up the summer
Runnin up these commas, cop it if you want it
Daddy was a runner, momma kept her covered
Cuff her, but don't trust her
My confessions, like I'm Usher
I don't love you, but I wanna
I know I fuck you when I wanna
No you cannot see me, best believe me, Stevie Wonder
You know how I'm coming, young nigga on the come up
Can't get caught up witcha, gotta
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Writer(s): Robert Chatman Iii
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