Eye Candy (Bonus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooo oooo huh uhhh
Uh
Lost in my mind but it's fine
I don't care
Cant smoke in the spot
Still put one in the air
Talkin feelings, bitch I'm from the hood
Fuck a tear
Cross fade hittin' real different aw yeah
Hit the spot
Seen that one bartender and we chilled
She poured Hennessy
Yeah she know me so well
Poured a double shot
Yeah she know me so well
And all her friends are bad
Got a bag, I'm forreal
Used to have it bad for your friend
She got the fatty
Matter fact, where she at?
And shit you know it's only right
Lil mama go ahead and shake that
Blue strips and a lit vibe
Make her sit right in my lap, hollon (wait)
I know that she like to party
I know a baddie just like her
She look at me when she dancing
Maybe she know that I like her
Let her know it ain't romantic
Make niggas go quick that's a fact
Yeah it's lit, I could fuck with that
If it's a vibe baby double back
Shorty said someone might be jealous
Tell him that I don't play that
You over here talkin' to me
If you got a man just say that
Come to my block
Better have his gun on him
Be ready to spray that
And if he violate it's a green light
Ima see where he stay at uh
But shorty you could be
Something good to me, yeah
Lotta these girls be trippin'
I love how you keep it P, hollon
Cute lil bad bitch lookin our way
Might turn a two into three (player)
Easy on the eyes (she fine)
Taste like somethin sweet (candy)
I said you could be somethin good to me
End of the day before I go home
And I think you know
Send some breesh, cuz she held it down
Give her a tip n go
I got her number, still keep it player
I never hit her phone
Cuz ima see her again
She might slide with a friend
And I can't help it, I like a baddie
Face real pretty and she got the fatty
Shake it baby show off
Most times I crack out on some hood shit
But when I see her I might keep it classy like
Might keep it gangsta might go classy
What they gon say
It's only right
I keep it P like a nigga that's pimpin'
I did a lot been through a lot
Gotta remain sturdy that's a fact
When I come thru, niggas talk to the gangstas
Girl you already knew I was different
Already knew I was different baby
I'm on what you on I ain't trippin' baby like nah
Huh
Come kick it with a real one
It's about two girls in the backseat
G two G smooth talkin a baddie, huh
Ooo-oooooo yeah
Ooo oooo huh uhhh
Uh
Lost in my mind but it's fine
I don't care
Cant smoke in the spot
Still put one in the air
Talkin feelings, bitch I'm from the hood
Fuck a tear
Cross fade hittin' real different aw yeah
Hit the spot
Seen that one bartender and we chilled
She poured Hennessy
Yeah she know me so well
Poured a double shot
Yeah she know me so well
And all her friends are bad
Got a bag, I'm forreal
Used to have it bad for your friend
She got the fatty
Matter fact, where she at?
And shit you know it's only right
Lil mama go ahead and shake that
Blue strips and a lit vibe
Make her sit right in my lap, hollon (wait)
I know that she like to party
I know a baddie just like her
She look at me when she dancing
Maybe she know that I like her
Let her know it ain't romantic
Make niggas go quick that's a fact
Yeah it's lit, I could fuck with that
If it's a vibe baby double back
Shorty said someone might be jealous
Tell him that I don't play that
You over here talkin' to me
If you got a man just say that
Come to my block
Better have his gun on him
Be ready to spray that
And if he violate it's a green light
Ima see where he stay at uh
But shorty you could be
Something good to me, yeah
Lotta these girls be trippin'
I love how you keep it P, hollon
Cute lil bad bitch lookin our way
Might turn a two into three (player)
Easy on the eyes (she fine)
Taste like somethin sweet (candy)
I said you could be somethin good to me
End of the day before I go home
And I think you know
Send some breesh, cuz she held it down
Give her a tip n go
I got her number, still keep it player
I never hit her phone
Cuz ima see her again
She might slide with a friend
And I can't help it, I like a baddie
Face real pretty and she got the fatty
Shake it baby show off
Most times I crack out on some hood shit
But when I see her I might keep it classy like
Might keep it gangsta might go classy
What they gon say
It's only right
I keep it P like a nigga that's pimpin'
I did a lot been through a lot
Gotta remain sturdy that's a fact
When I come thru, niggas talk to the gangstas
Girl you already knew I was different
Already knew I was different baby
I'm on what you on I ain't trippin' baby like nah
Huh
Come kick it with a real one
It's about two girls in the backseat
G two G smooth talkin a baddie, huh
Ooo-oooooo yeah
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Writer(s): Michael Vaivao
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