No Rules

Hey, Kyle, I miss you
I miss you too, bitch

Always tell my baby she cold (always tell my baby she cold)
Shivers down your neck when I'm close
You know you're
Always free to do what you want (always free to do what you want)
Yes, there's options
We're choosy, yeah

I don't write 'em anyway
Let's break the rules
(The rules, ah, ah, ooh, ooh)
Let's break the rules
(The rules, we got balance, who gon' check us? Ooh, ooh)
Let's break the
Truce

Some people latch onto feelings (no, nah)
I love you, don't do it to me
Fighting off sentiments
But you look good
Take a picture, who there with you? (Yeah)
Do what I like (yeah), when you with him (ha)
No issue, baby
Think I'm crazy
And it's all good don't feel the pressure
(Yeah, yeah, let me call right back, ooh, baby)

I don't write 'em anyway
Let's break the rules, baby
(The rules, ah, ah, ooh, ooh)
Let's break the rules
(The rules, we got balance, who gon' check us? Ooh, ooh)
Let's break the

Love it when I'm beating that pussy up
Love it when I'm all up in your guts, guts, guts
Lil' baby, what you talkin' 'bout?
You got popstar pussy
I got rockstar cock and you're knockin', knock
I wanna eat it up
Drop down low, pick it up, to the floor
Just bounce some
Layin' this pipe wood, oh fuck
Wanna bop, when I'm drillin', I'ma snap, bitch

Yeah, that was it



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Drayton, Christopher Hartz, Kyle Branham, Bijou Choder
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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