Letter To My Future Wife (SLOWED)
I don't wanna be your friend no more I wanna be way more
FaceTime with no makeup on, that shit turns me on
I wanna pin you to the wall, and give it to you raw
Fuck it, break my plaques
Just be careful, baby, don't step on the glass
When your friends ask, you tell 'em he's the man
Text me till your eyes, hurt then call me
These labels tryna sign me, but I just turn 'em down
You said your type of man is the owner
So fuck it, I'ma own it and play too
Collect my hard earned revenue
So I have more to spend on you
Showing me your vision board
Baby, the whole world is yours
You made me just want one wife
I used to wanna have four
You're the definition of less is more
Let's get pasta out in Italy
Il conto per favore
Did I say it right?
Yeah
Letter to my future wife
You can't help but wonder what I'm doing now
Writing letters to me, wondering where I'm at
Here I am
You might not see it yet
Give it six months or less
Visions in a Rolls Royce with you on my left
Kiss you on your neck
Unzipping your dress
I hear you listening saying yes
I don't wanna be your friend no more I wanna be way more
FaceTime with no makeup on, that shit turns me on
I wanna pin you to the wall, and give it to you raw
Fuck it, break my plaques
Just be careful, baby, don't step on the glass
When your friends ask, you tell 'em he's the man
FaceTime with no makeup on, that shit turns me on
I wanna pin you to the wall, and give it to you raw
Fuck it, break my plaques
Just be careful, baby, don't step on the glass
When your friends ask, you tell 'em he's the man
Text me till your eyes, hurt then call me
These labels tryna sign me, but I just turn 'em down
You said your type of man is the owner
So fuck it, I'ma own it and play too
Collect my hard earned revenue
So I have more to spend on you
Showing me your vision board
Baby, the whole world is yours
You made me just want one wife
I used to wanna have four
You're the definition of less is more
Let's get pasta out in Italy
Il conto per favore
Did I say it right?
Yeah
Letter to my future wife
You can't help but wonder what I'm doing now
Writing letters to me, wondering where I'm at
Here I am
You might not see it yet
Give it six months or less
Visions in a Rolls Royce with you on my left
Kiss you on your neck
Unzipping your dress
I hear you listening saying yes
I don't wanna be your friend no more I wanna be way more
FaceTime with no makeup on, that shit turns me on
I wanna pin you to the wall, and give it to you raw
Fuck it, break my plaques
Just be careful, baby, don't step on the glass
When your friends ask, you tell 'em he's the man
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Writer(s): Ahmad Sharif
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