Designed
Shit don't feel right, No
I'm on this side, for
Only one night, Though
I'm tryna get right, woah
That pussy to die for
Know she readin my mind, Oh
Like the way you designed, woah
Know I poured more then i thought
Shawty, it's one of them days
Tryna hold up and go cash out
And go spend it four ways
Gotta black out the tint
So they can't see my no way
Ain't tryn' sit and reminisce
That shit mean nothing
Okay, okay
What im posed' to do, When
I'm rollin' and geekin' at night
Know its overdue, but
Im sorry, i showed up
Alright, tryna hold on to me
But, i promise I'll be oh so fine
She stay blockin' my line
I don't know why
Way too fried, To understand why
Feel like im runnin' outta' time
Hittin' a hunnit', ninety-five
There you go cappin with the lies
Like how im finna' call you mine
Yeah, im pay that tab on me
You could hit my gas and lean
You could take that nap with me
When its all for you im free
Better not let go of me
Like a dog im straight in heat
Shit don't feel right, No
I'm on this side, for
only one night, though
I'm tryna get right, woah
That pussy to die for
Know she readin my mind, Oh
Like the way you designed, woah yeah
Know I poured more then i thought
Shawty, it's one of them days
Tryna hold up and go cash out
And go spend it four ways
Gotta black out the tint
So they can't see my no way
Ain't tryna' sit and reminisce
That shit mean nothing
I'm on this side, for
Only one night, Though
I'm tryna get right, woah
That pussy to die for
Know she readin my mind, Oh
Like the way you designed, woah
Know I poured more then i thought
Shawty, it's one of them days
Tryna hold up and go cash out
And go spend it four ways
Gotta black out the tint
So they can't see my no way
Ain't tryn' sit and reminisce
That shit mean nothing
Okay, okay
What im posed' to do, When
I'm rollin' and geekin' at night
Know its overdue, but
Im sorry, i showed up
Alright, tryna hold on to me
But, i promise I'll be oh so fine
She stay blockin' my line
I don't know why
Way too fried, To understand why
Feel like im runnin' outta' time
Hittin' a hunnit', ninety-five
There you go cappin with the lies
Like how im finna' call you mine
Yeah, im pay that tab on me
You could hit my gas and lean
You could take that nap with me
When its all for you im free
Better not let go of me
Like a dog im straight in heat
Shit don't feel right, No
I'm on this side, for
only one night, though
I'm tryna get right, woah
That pussy to die for
Know she readin my mind, Oh
Like the way you designed, woah yeah
Know I poured more then i thought
Shawty, it's one of them days
Tryna hold up and go cash out
And go spend it four ways
Gotta black out the tint
So they can't see my no way
Ain't tryna' sit and reminisce
That shit mean nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Cristian Maldonado
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