Slay The World
And I cannot help but stare
Choco mammie, straight black hair
Hips don't lie, they don't care
Lounge in navy underwear
You ain't like the others b
In and out, you so pristine
Can't you feel my certainty
Don't need dizz, you got me geeked
Yeah, I can't help but stare
Them curves finna make a Bentley swerve
No, I don't see these other birds
We tell them birds to hit the curb
Collateral damage, I hit a nerve
Do not disturb, I'd much prefer
A bad b I know that I deserve
A bad b that slay the whole world
You don't want me switching to the old me
Girls gone be the death of you, he told me
D sniping these b like I'm hunting
Grew out of that s like I'm atoning
Rather they be real that keep it phony
Ain't everyday get your make-up on me
Nowadays I got to look up closely
Cuz it could even be one of the homies
So I'm picky, yeah I know
Cause you don't even know
What they got behind the back door
Yeah, it's a double-edged sword
Bliss or distraught
So you got to give it loads of thought
Yeah I'm picky, yeah I know
Cause personally I know
What's gone bring my a back home
Still, it's a double-edged sword
Bliss or distraught
So you got to give it loads of thought
Yeah, I can't help but stare
Them curves finna make a Bentley swerve
No, I don't see these other birds
We tell them birds to hit the curb
Collateral damage, I hit a nerve
Do not disturb, I'd much prefer
A bad b I know that I deserve
A bad b that slay the whole world
She pop it
When I'm bout to tell her a to stop it
I drop it
She looking so good I dun forgot it
I rock it
She made a little mess she got to mop it
Yeah I knocked it
Out the damn park like a comet
No comment
Said she felt it in her stomach
Said it kind of hurt but she lowkey love it
Ain't that something
Ain't no more fronting
Ain't talking guns when her a get to bussing
Make her lose herself when I push that button
I know that she feel it, grabbed my neck all of a sudden
Moving hell a frisky got to ask her why you rushing
Ain't nobody round us they feel heat like we an oven
So I'm picky, yeah I know
Cause you don't even know
What they got behind the back door
Yeah, it's a double-edged sword
Bliss or distraught
So you got to give it loads of thought
Yeah, I can't help but stare
Them curves finna make a Bentley swerve
No, I don't see these other birds
We tell them birds to hit the curb
Collateral damage, I hit a nerve
Do not disturb, I'd much prefer
A bad b I know that I deserve
A bad b that slay the whole world
Choco mammie, straight black hair
Hips don't lie, they don't care
Lounge in navy underwear
You ain't like the others b
In and out, you so pristine
Can't you feel my certainty
Don't need dizz, you got me geeked
Yeah, I can't help but stare
Them curves finna make a Bentley swerve
No, I don't see these other birds
We tell them birds to hit the curb
Collateral damage, I hit a nerve
Do not disturb, I'd much prefer
A bad b I know that I deserve
A bad b that slay the whole world
You don't want me switching to the old me
Girls gone be the death of you, he told me
D sniping these b like I'm hunting
Grew out of that s like I'm atoning
Rather they be real that keep it phony
Ain't everyday get your make-up on me
Nowadays I got to look up closely
Cuz it could even be one of the homies
So I'm picky, yeah I know
Cause you don't even know
What they got behind the back door
Yeah, it's a double-edged sword
Bliss or distraught
So you got to give it loads of thought
Yeah I'm picky, yeah I know
Cause personally I know
What's gone bring my a back home
Still, it's a double-edged sword
Bliss or distraught
So you got to give it loads of thought
Yeah, I can't help but stare
Them curves finna make a Bentley swerve
No, I don't see these other birds
We tell them birds to hit the curb
Collateral damage, I hit a nerve
Do not disturb, I'd much prefer
A bad b I know that I deserve
A bad b that slay the whole world
She pop it
When I'm bout to tell her a to stop it
I drop it
She looking so good I dun forgot it
I rock it
She made a little mess she got to mop it
Yeah I knocked it
Out the damn park like a comet
No comment
Said she felt it in her stomach
Said it kind of hurt but she lowkey love it
Ain't that something
Ain't no more fronting
Ain't talking guns when her a get to bussing
Make her lose herself when I push that button
I know that she feel it, grabbed my neck all of a sudden
Moving hell a frisky got to ask her why you rushing
Ain't nobody round us they feel heat like we an oven
So I'm picky, yeah I know
Cause you don't even know
What they got behind the back door
Yeah, it's a double-edged sword
Bliss or distraught
So you got to give it loads of thought
Yeah, I can't help but stare
Them curves finna make a Bentley swerve
No, I don't see these other birds
We tell them birds to hit the curb
Collateral damage, I hit a nerve
Do not disturb, I'd much prefer
A bad b I know that I deserve
A bad b that slay the whole world
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Writer(s): Olasubomi Taiwo
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