OUTTA LINE
(CashMoneyAP)
(Kio, Kio, Kio)
Fuckin' up my mind, babe
Real shit, you fine, babe
Keep it real at all times, babe
And we can do it just fine, baby
I hope that I ain't outta line, baby
You know that pussy outta line, baby
Go and see 'em on them islands, baby
That's how I'm comin', baby
You know you ain't by yourself, you wish you was by yourself by me
Baby, I'm horny, I can't help myself, you all I want around me
Everything about you, girl, it's 'bout me, yeah
How you 'posed be lit tryna be without me? (Without me)
If you ain't on all in it, be that bitch without me
Bitches ain't your friends, don't tell them bitches 'bout me, I'm sorry
And if it go that way, I'm still gon' chase these racks
And if you text my phone, I'm still gon' text you back, baby
I know you be callin', but all that shit, whatever
Girl, you know if you callin' with me, you forever
Baby, put it on me, I'ma put that shit together, ooh-whoa
Fuckin' up my mind, babe
Real shit, you fine, babe
Keep it real at all times, babe
And we can do it just fine, baby
I hope that I ain't outta line, baby
You know that pussy outta line, baby
Go and see 'em on them islands, baby
That's how I'm comin', baby
You know that mind for the line, babe
That throat gon' make me change my mind, babe
You intelligent and fine, babe
Let me put some on your wrist that's gon' shine, babe
Put you another platform
You bad as shit, I turn you up to the max though
Will you not do it like me? I'll wait
Them Louis Vuittons, now you 'bout 5'8"
Bellman got you lookin' like a goddess
You got my head fucked up, baby, I'm astonished
Made love to you on a private island in Bahamas
Can't wait to dive in your water, lately, you been-
Fuckin' up my mind, babe (girl, you fuck it up)
Real shit, you fine, babe (too fine)
Keep it real at all times, babe
And we can do it just fine, baby (do it just fine)
I hope that I ain't outta line, baby
You know that pussy outta line, baby (oh-ooh-whoa)
Go and see 'em on them islands, baby (ooh, yeah)
That's how I'm comin', baby
(Kio, Kio, Kio)
Fuckin' up my mind, babe
Real shit, you fine, babe
Keep it real at all times, babe
And we can do it just fine, baby
I hope that I ain't outta line, baby
You know that pussy outta line, baby
Go and see 'em on them islands, baby
That's how I'm comin', baby
You know you ain't by yourself, you wish you was by yourself by me
Baby, I'm horny, I can't help myself, you all I want around me
Everything about you, girl, it's 'bout me, yeah
How you 'posed be lit tryna be without me? (Without me)
If you ain't on all in it, be that bitch without me
Bitches ain't your friends, don't tell them bitches 'bout me, I'm sorry
And if it go that way, I'm still gon' chase these racks
And if you text my phone, I'm still gon' text you back, baby
I know you be callin', but all that shit, whatever
Girl, you know if you callin' with me, you forever
Baby, put it on me, I'ma put that shit together, ooh-whoa
Fuckin' up my mind, babe
Real shit, you fine, babe
Keep it real at all times, babe
And we can do it just fine, baby
I hope that I ain't outta line, baby
You know that pussy outta line, baby
Go and see 'em on them islands, baby
That's how I'm comin', baby
You know that mind for the line, babe
That throat gon' make me change my mind, babe
You intelligent and fine, babe
Let me put some on your wrist that's gon' shine, babe
Put you another platform
You bad as shit, I turn you up to the max though
Will you not do it like me? I'll wait
Them Louis Vuittons, now you 'bout 5'8"
Bellman got you lookin' like a goddess
You got my head fucked up, baby, I'm astonished
Made love to you on a private island in Bahamas
Can't wait to dive in your water, lately, you been-
Fuckin' up my mind, babe (girl, you fuck it up)
Real shit, you fine, babe (too fine)
Keep it real at all times, babe
And we can do it just fine, baby (do it just fine)
I hope that I ain't outta line, baby
You know that pussy outta line, baby (oh-ooh-whoa)
Go and see 'em on them islands, baby (ooh, yeah)
That's how I'm comin', baby
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Kiowa Roukema, Daniel Moras Raab, Brandon Rainey, Tyron Griffin
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