Musth
What's a four-letter word meaning insanity?
Hmm, fine state of affairs
Here I am alone with my best girl
And what does she do
Crossword puzzles
What's a four-letter word meaning insanity?
Love
Yeah, attracted like a super magnet
Butterfly stomach and I'm stupid acting
Chemically reactin ta you in action
Wrote my number down and handed u the napkin
Wus hapnin witcha? I could just imagine
You ain't never out here lackin
Speakin thru the fashion
I'm lovin' how you put it all together
We gon ball forever
Salt N Pepper beard, I'm out here raw as ever
Too hot
On a scale that they could never measure
You grabbed my soul and you applying pressure
Cuz all I'm thinkin is: Baby, pull yo dress up
Got damn, shorty U could get it
Got damn, shorty u could get it
Make me switch up my whole shit (thang)
Cut off every old bitch (flame)
Merch it, erythang for purchase
Tryna sees what lurk beneath the surface
If it ain't relevant that shit is worthless
I keep it church, like it's Sunday service
Feelin like I got a hunnid workers
Kingpin theory pimpin is my purpose
Got damn, shorty U could get it
Got damn, shorty u could get it
I kno it doesn't make much sense
Shit is just that in tense
Cuz Got damn, shorty damn, shorty
Sweet potato pie, got them yams for me
Like Got damn, shorty U could get it
Got damn, shorty u could get it
Make me switch up my whole shit (thang)
Cut off every old bitch (flame)
That body perfect, she gon make me earn it
Took my lil black book and burnt it
She murders: a walkin guilty verdict
Feelin like a felony the way she flirtin
Keep it a hunnid, baby, I don't mind it
The view is beautiful, I'm tryna walk behind it
I like it just the way yo mom designed it
Feelin like I'm dyin when I'm all inside it
I'm jus sayin can we speak in private
I'm tryna cause some organ realignment
Cuz got damn, shorty damn, shorty
Sweet potato pie got them yams for me
Like Got damn, shorty U could get it
Got damn, shorty u could get it
Make me switch up my whole shit
Cut off every old bitch
Cuz got damn, shorty damn, shorty
Sweet potato pie got them yams for me
Cuz got damn, shorty damn, shorty
Sweet potato pie got them yams for me
Hmm, fine state of affairs
Here I am alone with my best girl
And what does she do
Crossword puzzles
What's a four-letter word meaning insanity?
Love
Yeah, attracted like a super magnet
Butterfly stomach and I'm stupid acting
Chemically reactin ta you in action
Wrote my number down and handed u the napkin
Wus hapnin witcha? I could just imagine
You ain't never out here lackin
Speakin thru the fashion
I'm lovin' how you put it all together
We gon ball forever
Salt N Pepper beard, I'm out here raw as ever
Too hot
On a scale that they could never measure
You grabbed my soul and you applying pressure
Cuz all I'm thinkin is: Baby, pull yo dress up
Got damn, shorty U could get it
Got damn, shorty u could get it
Make me switch up my whole shit (thang)
Cut off every old bitch (flame)
Merch it, erythang for purchase
Tryna sees what lurk beneath the surface
If it ain't relevant that shit is worthless
I keep it church, like it's Sunday service
Feelin like I got a hunnid workers
Kingpin theory pimpin is my purpose
Got damn, shorty U could get it
Got damn, shorty u could get it
I kno it doesn't make much sense
Shit is just that in tense
Cuz Got damn, shorty damn, shorty
Sweet potato pie, got them yams for me
Like Got damn, shorty U could get it
Got damn, shorty u could get it
Make me switch up my whole shit (thang)
Cut off every old bitch (flame)
That body perfect, she gon make me earn it
Took my lil black book and burnt it
She murders: a walkin guilty verdict
Feelin like a felony the way she flirtin
Keep it a hunnid, baby, I don't mind it
The view is beautiful, I'm tryna walk behind it
I like it just the way yo mom designed it
Feelin like I'm dyin when I'm all inside it
I'm jus sayin can we speak in private
I'm tryna cause some organ realignment
Cuz got damn, shorty damn, shorty
Sweet potato pie got them yams for me
Like Got damn, shorty U could get it
Got damn, shorty u could get it
Make me switch up my whole shit
Cut off every old bitch
Cuz got damn, shorty damn, shorty
Sweet potato pie got them yams for me
Cuz got damn, shorty damn, shorty
Sweet potato pie got them yams for me
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Writer(s): Laurence Michael Langford, Ever Raul Ronquillo
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