U Hear Me?
Yea, aye
Yea, aye
Yea, aye
Yea, aye
I remember those days when you wasn't here
I remember those days when you wasn't there
Baby, hit yo slide, slide to the left, yea
I don't think you hear me, is you fuckin' deaf? Yea
I got keys like piano
Grippin' on yo handles, yea
Kyrie, got them handles
What you doin'? What you here for?
Sky hook like I'm 'Reem, hoe (Kareem)
And I'm chillin with yo main hoe, yea, yea
Kick her out the front door, yea
Swingin' from the ropes, Rey Mysterio
And I ask myself, "Was it enough?"
And I add it up, yea, I get them bucks
And she hit my line, yea, she callin' up
Nah, baby, yea, I don't give a fuck
And she go around, yea, she give it up
Nah, baby, yea, I don't wanna touch
I feel like the champ, I feel like the man
You see these rubber bands, yea, they do the dance
You see my hands, baby, yea, they lookin' blue
You see these bands, baby, yea, we gettin' to it
He hear the trumpets, aw, yea, he hear that music
He see the light shinin' down, oh, get into it
I don't fall in love, I don't see no cupid
Oh, girl, you not the one, yea, you lookin' stupid
Uh, that's how we do it
I keep the uh (Uh huh)
I remember those days when you wasn't here
I remember those days when you wasn't there
Baby, hit yo slide, slide to the left, yea
I don't think you hear me, is you fuckin' deaf? Yea
I got keys like piano
Grippin' on yo handles, yea
Kyrie, got them handles
What you doin'? What you here for?
Yea, aye
Yea, aye
Yea, aye
I remember those days when you wasn't here
I remember those days when you wasn't there
Baby, hit yo slide, slide to the left, yea
I don't think you hear me, is you fuckin' deaf? Yea
I got keys like piano
Grippin' on yo handles, yea
Kyrie, got them handles
What you doin'? What you here for?
Sky hook like I'm 'Reem, hoe (Kareem)
And I'm chillin with yo main hoe, yea, yea
Kick her out the front door, yea
Swingin' from the ropes, Rey Mysterio
And I ask myself, "Was it enough?"
And I add it up, yea, I get them bucks
And she hit my line, yea, she callin' up
Nah, baby, yea, I don't give a fuck
And she go around, yea, she give it up
Nah, baby, yea, I don't wanna touch
I feel like the champ, I feel like the man
You see these rubber bands, yea, they do the dance
You see my hands, baby, yea, they lookin' blue
You see these bands, baby, yea, we gettin' to it
He hear the trumpets, aw, yea, he hear that music
He see the light shinin' down, oh, get into it
I don't fall in love, I don't see no cupid
Oh, girl, you not the one, yea, you lookin' stupid
Uh, that's how we do it
I keep the uh (Uh huh)
I remember those days when you wasn't here
I remember those days when you wasn't there
Baby, hit yo slide, slide to the left, yea
I don't think you hear me, is you fuckin' deaf? Yea
I got keys like piano
Grippin' on yo handles, yea
Kyrie, got them handles
What you doin'? What you here for?
Credits
Writer(s): Siage Hosea
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