High Notes (I Know)
You got some demons, I know
You say you need me, I know
Oh you been creepin', I know
You say you leavin', I know
You feelin, my vibe, I know
Love that dick from the side, I know
In my ear, in and out, with the high notes
Yea I know you love that side stroke
You got some demons, I know
You say you need me, I know
Oh you been creepin', I know
You say you leavin', I know
She ain't pressed fa no dick, I know
She gon step fa dis, I know
You say you my bitch, fasho
Yea that's my bitch, fasho
Lil mama conceited, I know that she creepin'
Why the fuck is she doing me wrong
I call up my sneaky, she feining for D
Givin' head, she start givin' me dome
Ride the D, she start creamin', I know that she geekin'
She can't leave a nigga alone
Then my bitch call my phone, cuz I ain't make it home
Hold up baby, I'm in my zone
Got a nigga on the side, so why is you pressed
Look at me and start cryin', you started this mess
You was tellin' them lies, that shit hurt my chest
You was flodgin', disguisin', got me in here stressed
Know I hit it the best, so you best come correct
Just do it like Nike, I'm all bout a check
Give a fuck bout a ref, cuz bro come wit tech
They took my bro Blo, so the choppa suppressed
You got some demons, I know
You say you need me, I know
Oh you been creepin', I know
You say you leavin', I know
She ain't pressed fa no dick, I know
She gon step fa dis, I know
You say you my bitch, fasho
Yea that's my bitch, fasho
You feelin, my vibe, I know
Love that dick from the side, I know
In my ear, in and out with the high notes
Yea I know you love that side stroke
Get on top she gon ride, fasho
She be screamin' and creamin, yea right on the dick
She be givin' them, high notes
Baby I know
Yea baby I know
Roll up, we get high, she feelin' my vibe
I'm treatin' her right, I know
Yea baby I know
Lul baby I know
Yea baby I know
Lul baby I know
Lul baby I know
I know you feelin' a mess
And baby I know that you stressed
But I know how to fix it wit sex
I know to put my tongue on it, my fingers inside, girl'll get you the wettest
Make you forget bout yo ex
Lemme show you how a real nigga step
Fuckin' you crazy
Girl I got you cummin'
Turn around put my thumb in it, no you can't run from it
You know that ain't workin', do that move now you squirtin'
Baby I'm nervous, can you tell that I'm nervous
I just ain't used to perfect
I'm in love wit ya flaws baby, cuz I'm still learnin'
I forgot how to love baby, I was allergic
Said put you on a song, baby I know I heard you
How the fuck did you switch up a nigga perspective
I knew you was a real one as soon as I met you
And I know you a bad bitch, so don't you forget it
Take a pic for the gram, baby show yo aesthetic
Just don't tell all yo friends what you do in the bedroom
But I know that my dick too good, so you address it
No I won't take advantage, won't use you for leverage
I just wanna grant you love, I won't take you for granted
When we roll up and cuddle, my glock on the dresser
I heard niggas push P, but I push to protect you
Baby girl don't you leave, I won't let you
Matchin' tats, babygirl go and get my initials
RiceeMoney, 2 E's, with the cash money symbol
Drew Brees, if you throw it, you know Ima catch it
Just love me, don't give me no lecture
You feelin' my vibe, I know
Love that dick from the side, I know
In my ear, wit the high notes
Flip you over wit the side stroke
She ain't pressed fa no dick, I know
She gon step fa dis, fasho
You say you my bitch, I know
Yea that's my bitch, fasho
You say you need me, I know
Oh you been creepin', I know
You say you leavin', I know
You feelin, my vibe, I know
Love that dick from the side, I know
In my ear, in and out, with the high notes
Yea I know you love that side stroke
You got some demons, I know
You say you need me, I know
Oh you been creepin', I know
You say you leavin', I know
She ain't pressed fa no dick, I know
She gon step fa dis, I know
You say you my bitch, fasho
Yea that's my bitch, fasho
Lil mama conceited, I know that she creepin'
Why the fuck is she doing me wrong
I call up my sneaky, she feining for D
Givin' head, she start givin' me dome
Ride the D, she start creamin', I know that she geekin'
She can't leave a nigga alone
Then my bitch call my phone, cuz I ain't make it home
Hold up baby, I'm in my zone
Got a nigga on the side, so why is you pressed
Look at me and start cryin', you started this mess
You was tellin' them lies, that shit hurt my chest
You was flodgin', disguisin', got me in here stressed
Know I hit it the best, so you best come correct
Just do it like Nike, I'm all bout a check
Give a fuck bout a ref, cuz bro come wit tech
They took my bro Blo, so the choppa suppressed
You got some demons, I know
You say you need me, I know
Oh you been creepin', I know
You say you leavin', I know
She ain't pressed fa no dick, I know
She gon step fa dis, I know
You say you my bitch, fasho
Yea that's my bitch, fasho
You feelin, my vibe, I know
Love that dick from the side, I know
In my ear, in and out with the high notes
Yea I know you love that side stroke
Get on top she gon ride, fasho
She be screamin' and creamin, yea right on the dick
She be givin' them, high notes
Baby I know
Yea baby I know
Roll up, we get high, she feelin' my vibe
I'm treatin' her right, I know
Yea baby I know
Lul baby I know
Yea baby I know
Lul baby I know
Lul baby I know
I know you feelin' a mess
And baby I know that you stressed
But I know how to fix it wit sex
I know to put my tongue on it, my fingers inside, girl'll get you the wettest
Make you forget bout yo ex
Lemme show you how a real nigga step
Fuckin' you crazy
Girl I got you cummin'
Turn around put my thumb in it, no you can't run from it
You know that ain't workin', do that move now you squirtin'
Baby I'm nervous, can you tell that I'm nervous
I just ain't used to perfect
I'm in love wit ya flaws baby, cuz I'm still learnin'
I forgot how to love baby, I was allergic
Said put you on a song, baby I know I heard you
How the fuck did you switch up a nigga perspective
I knew you was a real one as soon as I met you
And I know you a bad bitch, so don't you forget it
Take a pic for the gram, baby show yo aesthetic
Just don't tell all yo friends what you do in the bedroom
But I know that my dick too good, so you address it
No I won't take advantage, won't use you for leverage
I just wanna grant you love, I won't take you for granted
When we roll up and cuddle, my glock on the dresser
I heard niggas push P, but I push to protect you
Baby girl don't you leave, I won't let you
Matchin' tats, babygirl go and get my initials
RiceeMoney, 2 E's, with the cash money symbol
Drew Brees, if you throw it, you know Ima catch it
Just love me, don't give me no lecture
You feelin' my vibe, I know
Love that dick from the side, I know
In my ear, wit the high notes
Flip you over wit the side stroke
She ain't pressed fa no dick, I know
She gon step fa dis, fasho
You say you my bitch, I know
Yea that's my bitch, fasho
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Writer(s): Keonte' Bradley
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