Stopped!
I just got dissed by another bae I just got this, gave her crème brûlée
She wants a real G, real G Take off them heels, keep it on the street
I don't want no love, don't want no paradise Don't want no love
You got a gun I've seen you creepin late night looking for some fun
Your devil's advocate, looking for the heat, what's up
The sun be beaming up, I got no more to love
She be kinky with my nigga, I've been noticing
Know you're noticing, hope you're noticing
She gets Stopped Stopped
I put a lot in it, I put the love in it, came for the ketamine
She put a sock in it, she got a buck in it, huggin' and rubbin' it, lovin' the Hennessy
I put the love in it
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
You came back round, it was low-key sneaky, I gave you reasons to leave and he leachin'
Fuck till the morning, let's make love, the season's now
Things you wanna say, there's a reason now
Now she pop a pill, cause she comin' back
Heard you pop a pill when she comin' back
Bombay's on my jeans, I'm the fuckin' man
She can't do no wrong, she got me feelin' down
Got you comin' round Got you comin' back
Got you comin' back Got you comin' back
Comin' back
Comin' back
She wants a real G, real G Take off them heels, keep it on the street
I don't want no love, don't want no paradise Don't want no love
You got a gun I've seen you creepin late night looking for some fun
Your devil's advocate, looking for the heat, what's up
The sun be beaming up, I got no more to love
She be kinky with my nigga, I've been noticing
Know you're noticing, hope you're noticing
She gets Stopped Stopped
I put a lot in it, I put the love in it, came for the ketamine
She put a sock in it, she got a buck in it, huggin' and rubbin' it, lovin' the Hennessy
I put the love in it
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
You came back round, it was low-key sneaky, I gave you reasons to leave and he leachin'
Fuck till the morning, let's make love, the season's now
Things you wanna say, there's a reason now
Now she pop a pill, cause she comin' back
Heard you pop a pill when she comin' back
Bombay's on my jeans, I'm the fuckin' man
She can't do no wrong, she got me feelin' down
Got you comin' round Got you comin' back
Got you comin' back Got you comin' back
Comin' back
Comin' back
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Writer(s): Michael Abraham-towolawi
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