fantasizing (you and I)
Every time I listen to your songs I think it's about me
I don't know why but baby I been thinkin'
Bout' you every single week
She brunette with the long hair
Pretty girl with me holdin' hands walkin' through Broadway
Swear to god we could make it far away
She the type of girl that'll help a nigga out
Love is like a cemetery gotta dig her out
Wonder why she hitting me up more that's for you to figure out
She was droppin' triple digit numbers had to sit her out
Just to make it fair for the girls in her route
Bae I'm with ya
Jewish girls fiending for a lit Bar Mitzvah
Leaving my life of course I'll miss ya
If I could right now yea I'd kiss ya
Life ain't fair but put ya hands up
Bad bitch in the spot fuckin' with us
But fuck it I'ma say how it is
Remember you took my CD you said you fuckin' with this
Got a glock for the occasion you ain't runnin' from shit
I bet you can't make a hit song without a diss
Take it to the paint three points like Jay Brown
Fuck a next week I want the money so pay now
If you tell a nigga sit up he gon' stay down
Release gunshots paralyzed from the waist down
When A Luv drop hits they relate
She a Barbie but baby why you tardy and late?
After six sex rounds bitch I'm hardly awake
Call me at eight
Hit me when you already ate
Took my friends to the party
Then we hopped in my black Rari
I told that bitch "I'm sorry"
Took my friends to the party
Then we hopped in my black Rari
I told that bitch "I'm sorry"
I'm fantasizing
About you and I
I'm all alone
I took a midnight walk
I feel butterflies when she talk
I paid her a mileage cause she does not have a home
Every time I listen to your songs I think it's about me
I don't know why but baby I been thinkin'
Bout' you every single week
She brunette with the long hair
Pretty girl with me holdin' hands walkin' through Broadway
Swear to god we could make it far away
She the type of girl that'll help a nigga out
Love is like a cemetery gotta dig her out
Wonder why she hitting me up more that's for you to figure out
She was droppin' triple digit numbers had to sit her out
Just to make it fair for the girls in her route
Bae I'm with ya
Jewish girls fiending for a lit Bar Mitzvah
Leaving my life of course I'll miss ya
If I could right now yea I'd kiss ya
I don't know why but baby I been thinkin'
Bout' you every single week
She brunette with the long hair
Pretty girl with me holdin' hands walkin' through Broadway
Swear to god we could make it far away
She the type of girl that'll help a nigga out
Love is like a cemetery gotta dig her out
Wonder why she hitting me up more that's for you to figure out
She was droppin' triple digit numbers had to sit her out
Just to make it fair for the girls in her route
Bae I'm with ya
Jewish girls fiending for a lit Bar Mitzvah
Leaving my life of course I'll miss ya
If I could right now yea I'd kiss ya
Life ain't fair but put ya hands up
Bad bitch in the spot fuckin' with us
But fuck it I'ma say how it is
Remember you took my CD you said you fuckin' with this
Got a glock for the occasion you ain't runnin' from shit
I bet you can't make a hit song without a diss
Take it to the paint three points like Jay Brown
Fuck a next week I want the money so pay now
If you tell a nigga sit up he gon' stay down
Release gunshots paralyzed from the waist down
When A Luv drop hits they relate
She a Barbie but baby why you tardy and late?
After six sex rounds bitch I'm hardly awake
Call me at eight
Hit me when you already ate
Took my friends to the party
Then we hopped in my black Rari
I told that bitch "I'm sorry"
Took my friends to the party
Then we hopped in my black Rari
I told that bitch "I'm sorry"
I'm fantasizing
About you and I
I'm all alone
I took a midnight walk
I feel butterflies when she talk
I paid her a mileage cause she does not have a home
Every time I listen to your songs I think it's about me
I don't know why but baby I been thinkin'
Bout' you every single week
She brunette with the long hair
Pretty girl with me holdin' hands walkin' through Broadway
Swear to god we could make it far away
She the type of girl that'll help a nigga out
Love is like a cemetery gotta dig her out
Wonder why she hitting me up more that's for you to figure out
She was droppin' triple digit numbers had to sit her out
Just to make it fair for the girls in her route
Bae I'm with ya
Jewish girls fiending for a lit Bar Mitzvah
Leaving my life of course I'll miss ya
If I could right now yea I'd kiss ya
Credits
Writer(s): Andry Martinez
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