DESERVE YOU

Parked the car at the Rite Aid in the hood
We help each other chase our dreams then we good
I gave my bitch a couple bands tell her start up her own business
I don't care about niggas I be minding my own business

You down down bad you think that no one loves you
You made out of wifey material oh ima spoil you
And how many times I gotta tell you that I love you
You to good to me girl I don't deserve you

And I think about cheating all the times but I be scared of losing you
Gotta be careful with my heart cuz it's fragile it ain't bulletproof
Yeah I love to rap I know niggas who just love to shoot
Got dime hoes with dime friends throwing each other alley-oops
She annoys me when I'm watching Miami she know ima heat fan
She know what I hate she knows what get under my skin
I could have her in Cabo in a swimming suit catching tan
Only thing I be rocking these Amiri jeans and Phillip Plein
Yeah everything be frozen
Shooting like DeRozan
And I started from the bottom
Bitch I'm really chosen
And I don't be doing it once or twice
I done did it for a dozen
One these niggas threaten
Then we going off em

She calls me that she home all alone she want me to slide thru
Call up Tray swing by her crib and tell me if that's true
I ain't tryna get lined these bitches do it to get paid
Treat me like they hero all these bitches look to get saved

Ima hood nigga
Don't blame me if you see me walking with like couple triggers
I know you with me for my money you is a gold digger
She said I ain't tall enough she want a nigga foot bigger
Six feet six inch six figures
That six six six shit got her felling like a devil
Type of shit these bitches do to get a gold bezel
I fucked her she want me to cuff her I can never settle
I just came out of Saks
I bought a Gucci bucket hat
Got a black coupe and it's matte
And it's tinted for the ops
I ain't never ever lack
Fuck I hit from the back
Made twenty-thousand in cash
Of them Bangles and Rams
If you playing with Lil Benz then you playing with your life
Niggas be thinking that lit my shooters turn off niggas lights
She gave me head then she left but she had me in her mind
When that pussy knocks you out she call me to come and hit it right

She calls me that she home all alone she want me to slide thru
Call up Tray swing by her crib and tell me if that's true
I ain't tryna get lined these bitches do it to get paid
Treat me like they hero all these bitches look to get saved
You down down bad you think that no one loves you
You made out of wifey material oh ima spoil you
And how many times I gotta tell you that I love you
You to good to me girl I don't deserve you



Credits
Writer(s): Amadou Bah
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