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You caught a vibe
Girl I was made for that
We off of henny and dro but baby don't worry I paid for that
To tell you the truth
You bright like the sun
We up in the club throwing these hunnids and fifties and ones
Maybe heaven sent
That's irrelevant
Wrote these words down in pen
Imma dick you down
While my shit is on
You gon' learn these lyrics on ten
Funny to think that at first you was playing all coy and elusive
All of that cap out the door I'll be giving you that exclusive
Girl I'm finna put you on come listen to some new shit
Pull up to the crib and we can do shit to my music
Say you got control but I'm about to make you lose it
Yeah this song ain't out but girl I'll give you that exclusive
You want that exclusive
Give you that exclusive
You love that exclusive
Since you fuck with my music
Give you that exclusive
I'm not talking bout no throwaways, no b-sides
I'm streamlining my way to your heart just off these lines and
There's no hypotheticals yeah
It ain't theoretical yeah
Call it a homicide
God forbid I catch them out here just messing with you
We laid up in your bed
I made it, it's crazy straight manifested
You, into my life and
The time is right and
Girl don't be frightened
Girl I'm finna put you on come listen to some new shit
Pull up to the crib and we can do shit to my music
Say you got control but I'm about to make you lose it
Yeah this song ain't out but girl I'll give you that exclusive
You want that exclusive
Give you that exclusive
You love that exclusive
Since you fuck with my music
Give you that exclusive
Don't ask me to write a song about you
Cuz you don't know what you doing baby I'm about to ruin your life
Finna sing about what that mouth do
And you ain't got a clue
The shit I'm bout to do with you
Put you on a cover art you beautiful
Where you think you goin I ain't through with you
Cause I write my songs in my head
But I wrote this song in your legs
Your legs
Singing in your ear this turn you on
Getting litty of off henny and patron
Yeah I know you feeling right but this is wrong
Know you finna love this song
Girl I'm finna put you on come listen to some new shit
Pull up to the crib and we can do shit to my music
Say you got control but I'm about to make you lose it
Yeah this song ain't out but girl I'll give you that exclusive
You want that exclusive
Give you that exclusive
You love that exclusive
Since you fuck with my music
Give you that exclusive
Girl I was made for that
We off of henny and dro but baby don't worry I paid for that
To tell you the truth
You bright like the sun
We up in the club throwing these hunnids and fifties and ones
Maybe heaven sent
That's irrelevant
Wrote these words down in pen
Imma dick you down
While my shit is on
You gon' learn these lyrics on ten
Funny to think that at first you was playing all coy and elusive
All of that cap out the door I'll be giving you that exclusive
Girl I'm finna put you on come listen to some new shit
Pull up to the crib and we can do shit to my music
Say you got control but I'm about to make you lose it
Yeah this song ain't out but girl I'll give you that exclusive
You want that exclusive
Give you that exclusive
You love that exclusive
Since you fuck with my music
Give you that exclusive
I'm not talking bout no throwaways, no b-sides
I'm streamlining my way to your heart just off these lines and
There's no hypotheticals yeah
It ain't theoretical yeah
Call it a homicide
God forbid I catch them out here just messing with you
We laid up in your bed
I made it, it's crazy straight manifested
You, into my life and
The time is right and
Girl don't be frightened
Girl I'm finna put you on come listen to some new shit
Pull up to the crib and we can do shit to my music
Say you got control but I'm about to make you lose it
Yeah this song ain't out but girl I'll give you that exclusive
You want that exclusive
Give you that exclusive
You love that exclusive
Since you fuck with my music
Give you that exclusive
Don't ask me to write a song about you
Cuz you don't know what you doing baby I'm about to ruin your life
Finna sing about what that mouth do
And you ain't got a clue
The shit I'm bout to do with you
Put you on a cover art you beautiful
Where you think you goin I ain't through with you
Cause I write my songs in my head
But I wrote this song in your legs
Your legs
Singing in your ear this turn you on
Getting litty of off henny and patron
Yeah I know you feeling right but this is wrong
Know you finna love this song
Girl I'm finna put you on come listen to some new shit
Pull up to the crib and we can do shit to my music
Say you got control but I'm about to make you lose it
Yeah this song ain't out but girl I'll give you that exclusive
You want that exclusive
Give you that exclusive
You love that exclusive
Since you fuck with my music
Give you that exclusive
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Writer(s): Brad Alba
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