Wait for You
I just wanna get this off my chest
Know I still love you
Ion hate you
I know how you feel, it's fucked up
You put your heart and soul but fuck niggas, get lucked out
But I don't wanna go on and make another love song
Don't want you with no one I don't care if that fucked up
You put your makeup on to start the day
But you ain't goin nowhere
Thinking "what I'll wear today"
But you know that it's the same old thing
Got these niggas always on your phone, sayin' they just wanna fuck
Always use that shit against me sayin "niggas want your spot"
Two grams to the face we rollin'
Kick back lazy while you scrolling
No real love why you controlling
Fuck up out my face you hoeing
I said it before that I'm done with the games
Either you gon be here when I'm whippin a range
Or you fuckin' a lame
Got a manual clock on the dash I'm just sayin
Who around me is real
So much smokin' need a Re-Up
I don't love you I'm just sayin that
I don't want hurt your feelings
It's like seven in the morning
And I got you screaming, moaning
Laugh and giggle when I'm goin in
She can't talk, I make her horny
Yea I hate that shit though
I make her wait though
Mama down the street, won't wait on
Got my cake up
Take off her makeup
Fuckin' up her legs like play-dough
You the one I'm not gon wait for
The one I want is far away oh
Oh well Oh well
Let's see how long I'm gon wait for
Let's see how long I'm gon wait for
One I want is far away
Guess Ima wait
I'm into you, are you into me?
Cuz the way you act, always blowin' me
I though you was gone, seen you in so long
Like you forgot home, came in start recording me
You postin' all the time but always on my page ignoring me
I see you all the time, but you don't ever wanna notice me
I kissed you all the time and all these niggas steadt hoeing me
I shoulda known your past, you fuckin niggas that been knowing me
Mad I ain't see the signs of all your toxic ways controlling me
Mad I ain't see the side of all your petty ways annoying me
You hate a, friendly nigga, loyal to you that the picture
She runnin' to me complaining that she can't find a mister
But I'm that nigga, just ask these hoes about me will ya
Cuz I'm gon get ya, breakin nails up on that pillow
Got your, legs shakin'
Told me it's too hot like bacon
God forsaken, any nigga try to break in
Get to, life takin', smoke a nigga like Jamaican
Quit that fakin', girl don't lie I got your guts aching
Who around me is real
So much smokin' need a Re-Up
I don't love you I'm just sayin that
I don't want hurt your feelings
It's like seven in the morning
And I got you screaming, moaning
Laugh and giggle when I'm goin in
She can't talk, I make her horny
You put your makeup on to start the day
But you ain't goin nowhere
Thinking "what I'll wear today"
But you know that it's the same old thing
Got these niggas always on your phone, you say they just wanna fuck
Always use that shit against me sayin "niggas want your spot"
Two grams to the face we rollin'
Kick back lazy while you scrolling
No real love why you controlling
Fuck up out my face you hoeing
I said it before that I'm done with the games
Either you gon be here when I'm whippin a range
Or you fuckin' a lame
Got a manual clock on the dash I'm just sayin
Makeup on to start the day
But you ain't goin nowhere
Thinking "what I'll wear today"
But you know that it's the same old thing
Got these niggas always on your phone, saying they just wanna fuck
Always use that shit against me sayin "niggas want your spot"
Know I still love you
Ion hate you
I know how you feel, it's fucked up
You put your heart and soul but fuck niggas, get lucked out
But I don't wanna go on and make another love song
Don't want you with no one I don't care if that fucked up
You put your makeup on to start the day
But you ain't goin nowhere
Thinking "what I'll wear today"
But you know that it's the same old thing
Got these niggas always on your phone, sayin' they just wanna fuck
Always use that shit against me sayin "niggas want your spot"
Two grams to the face we rollin'
Kick back lazy while you scrolling
No real love why you controlling
Fuck up out my face you hoeing
I said it before that I'm done with the games
Either you gon be here when I'm whippin a range
Or you fuckin' a lame
Got a manual clock on the dash I'm just sayin
Who around me is real
So much smokin' need a Re-Up
I don't love you I'm just sayin that
I don't want hurt your feelings
It's like seven in the morning
And I got you screaming, moaning
Laugh and giggle when I'm goin in
She can't talk, I make her horny
Yea I hate that shit though
I make her wait though
Mama down the street, won't wait on
Got my cake up
Take off her makeup
Fuckin' up her legs like play-dough
You the one I'm not gon wait for
The one I want is far away oh
Oh well Oh well
Let's see how long I'm gon wait for
Let's see how long I'm gon wait for
One I want is far away
Guess Ima wait
I'm into you, are you into me?
Cuz the way you act, always blowin' me
I though you was gone, seen you in so long
Like you forgot home, came in start recording me
You postin' all the time but always on my page ignoring me
I see you all the time, but you don't ever wanna notice me
I kissed you all the time and all these niggas steadt hoeing me
I shoulda known your past, you fuckin niggas that been knowing me
Mad I ain't see the signs of all your toxic ways controlling me
Mad I ain't see the side of all your petty ways annoying me
You hate a, friendly nigga, loyal to you that the picture
She runnin' to me complaining that she can't find a mister
But I'm that nigga, just ask these hoes about me will ya
Cuz I'm gon get ya, breakin nails up on that pillow
Got your, legs shakin'
Told me it's too hot like bacon
God forsaken, any nigga try to break in
Get to, life takin', smoke a nigga like Jamaican
Quit that fakin', girl don't lie I got your guts aching
Who around me is real
So much smokin' need a Re-Up
I don't love you I'm just sayin that
I don't want hurt your feelings
It's like seven in the morning
And I got you screaming, moaning
Laugh and giggle when I'm goin in
She can't talk, I make her horny
You put your makeup on to start the day
But you ain't goin nowhere
Thinking "what I'll wear today"
But you know that it's the same old thing
Got these niggas always on your phone, you say they just wanna fuck
Always use that shit against me sayin "niggas want your spot"
Two grams to the face we rollin'
Kick back lazy while you scrolling
No real love why you controlling
Fuck up out my face you hoeing
I said it before that I'm done with the games
Either you gon be here when I'm whippin a range
Or you fuckin' a lame
Got a manual clock on the dash I'm just sayin
Makeup on to start the day
But you ain't goin nowhere
Thinking "what I'll wear today"
But you know that it's the same old thing
Got these niggas always on your phone, saying they just wanna fuck
Always use that shit against me sayin "niggas want your spot"
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Writer(s): Dylin Brown
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