EXpectations
Expectations exceeded
Ex send a text, don't read it
I would never tell your secrets
We just low-key, we ain't creepin
She gon bust it for a real one
Pop it for a real one
Drop it for a real one
Twerk it for a real one
Ms. Independent, make her own money she ain't looking for a handout
Freaky lil bitch with a tight lil grip got a nigga like man down
As soon as I pull up she pull my pants down
I roll one up and then I lay it down
From the bed to the floor to the couch
Ima knock that pussy out and wake it up for another round
Yeah
Bitches ain't shit to a real nigga, niggas ain't shit to a real bitch
Relationship had her stressed out
Shawty lost a lil weight but she still thick
Keep it on the low we don't care what they think
It's just none of they business
Yeah
I'll be on my way in a minute
Feels like the first time every time I'm in it
(And my)
Expectations exceeded
(And your)
Ex send a text, don't read it
(You know)
I would never tell your secrets
We just lowkey, we aint creepin
She gon bust it for a real one
Pop it for a real one
Drop it for a real one
Twerk it for a real one
Walking out the club around 2:00 got a text from you
Telling me to come through
You ain't even gotta say it, I know what you wanna do
Tell me if you want some food, I can bring that too
Say you wanna smoke I can bring that too
Wanna do some drugs I can bring that too
Oh you just wanna fuck yeah I'm with that too
Shawty tryna let it all out and that's cool
She gon bust it for a real one
Pop it for a real one
Drop it for a real one
Ex send a text, don't read it
I would never tell your secrets
We just low-key, we ain't creepin
She gon bust it for a real one
Pop it for a real one
Drop it for a real one
Twerk it for a real one
Ms. Independent, make her own money she ain't looking for a handout
Freaky lil bitch with a tight lil grip got a nigga like man down
As soon as I pull up she pull my pants down
I roll one up and then I lay it down
From the bed to the floor to the couch
Ima knock that pussy out and wake it up for another round
Yeah
Bitches ain't shit to a real nigga, niggas ain't shit to a real bitch
Relationship had her stressed out
Shawty lost a lil weight but she still thick
Keep it on the low we don't care what they think
It's just none of they business
Yeah
I'll be on my way in a minute
Feels like the first time every time I'm in it
(And my)
Expectations exceeded
(And your)
Ex send a text, don't read it
(You know)
I would never tell your secrets
We just lowkey, we aint creepin
She gon bust it for a real one
Pop it for a real one
Drop it for a real one
Twerk it for a real one
Walking out the club around 2:00 got a text from you
Telling me to come through
You ain't even gotta say it, I know what you wanna do
Tell me if you want some food, I can bring that too
Say you wanna smoke I can bring that too
Wanna do some drugs I can bring that too
Oh you just wanna fuck yeah I'm with that too
Shawty tryna let it all out and that's cool
She gon bust it for a real one
Pop it for a real one
Drop it for a real one
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