Taste
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
So blue, when I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
Uh
Take a lil hit but don't trip
Lookin' like a milli I don't play with my drip
Yeah I see your boy, but he ain't taking no trips, he ain't making no hits, he ain't making no grip
I'm a flashy nigga always been a fly kid
I don't worry 'bout the price 'cause I can make a high bid
We creepin', it's a thriller, call me Jason when I kill it
Yes I hide behind the smoke 'cause I ain't puffin' no mid
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
So blue, when I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
Uh flip it, I feel like I should switch it
The rover to the phantom baby I want you to pick it
They chauffeur me around so I don't ever get a ticket
I'll take you for a ride if you think you could let me lick it
I heard you need a freak so I'ma give you what need
Your man is kinda lame and baby it ain't hard to see
You know I got the heat and I ain't even lock a deal in
From Brooklyn to the sticks I got these niggas in their feelings
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
So blue, when I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
I'm from New York we the illest
We only fuck with the realest
Got condos up in Manhattan
You talkin' heights I'ma reach it
You know I'm fly and I'm freaky
Got many spots we can creep in
Ménage à trois up in Paris
We can go there for the weekend
Where we can fuck 'til the sun up
And then we lightin' the blunt up
He might call you in the mornin'
Don't pick it up just ignore it
I'm kinda smart and I'm handsome
Nigga you with got no grammar
He throwing fits and a tantrum
I took the spot and he vanished
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
So blue, when I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
So blue, when I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
So blue, when I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
Uh
Take a lil hit but don't trip
Lookin' like a milli I don't play with my drip
Yeah I see your boy, but he ain't taking no trips, he ain't making no hits, he ain't making no grip
I'm a flashy nigga always been a fly kid
I don't worry 'bout the price 'cause I can make a high bid
We creepin', it's a thriller, call me Jason when I kill it
Yes I hide behind the smoke 'cause I ain't puffin' no mid
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
So blue, when I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
Uh flip it, I feel like I should switch it
The rover to the phantom baby I want you to pick it
They chauffeur me around so I don't ever get a ticket
I'll take you for a ride if you think you could let me lick it
I heard you need a freak so I'ma give you what need
Your man is kinda lame and baby it ain't hard to see
You know I got the heat and I ain't even lock a deal in
From Brooklyn to the sticks I got these niggas in their feelings
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
So blue, when I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
I'm from New York we the illest
We only fuck with the realest
Got condos up in Manhattan
You talkin' heights I'ma reach it
You know I'm fly and I'm freaky
Got many spots we can creep in
Ménage à trois up in Paris
We can go there for the weekend
Where we can fuck 'til the sun up
And then we lightin' the blunt up
He might call you in the mornin'
Don't pick it up just ignore it
I'm kinda smart and I'm handsome
Nigga you with got no grammar
He throwing fits and a tantrum
I took the spot and he vanished
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
So blue, when I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
It's true, yeah I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
So blue, when I heard
That you, got a boo
But I, just wanna know
If you, can let me taste
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Writer(s): Sean Willis
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