Don't Hurt Me

(Mommy, India got the beats)
She the real deal
Oh, yeah, ooh
Ah, ooh

I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me

I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I
Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear that that money coming, yeah

F- all these hatin' - (wow)
F- all these weird - (wow)
Told 'em come play, I'll kill 'em (wow, Top)
Black nail paint on these -
Look better than most these -
Tell 'em stay the f- up out your business

She from the slums, gotta work for a minute, I'm turnin' her up like a model
Excuse me, but f- what your mama been talking, I told you from Front Street, I got you
I hate a - that could get her some millions, but steady gon' settle for dollars
I hit a - that - and drop him, he - around with my partners

F- around with these -, got permanent scars, no need for no doctor
I'm taking feelings from out of the picture, I'm taking shorty from out of my roster
Ventin' while I smoke, just cruise with my sister, lose me, -, you ain't got better options
I'm that lil' - that run up the check, I'm that lil' -, you know I'm the flyest

I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me

I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I
Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear that that money coming, yeah

Joce 'bout -, ain't none of them funny
I'm the one 23 years and running
I'm the one gave that - the most money that she ever have inside her life
Young - came from nothin', tired of repeatin' that -, I ain't stuntin'
Tired of zippin' -, tired of showin' that ain't nothin'
Tired of this -, only want my money, oh

I been losin', I been slow pacin'
I been flexin' on my old lady
Without you, I feel like I won't make it
But I gotta realize I'm winning

All these - wan' date 'cause they know where I stay, get a image then they in it
All these - want babies, then they feel entitled to my millions
You would've been done drive me crazy talking 'bout my lack of attention
No, they don't know me, baby, know I'd kill 'em 'bout my women

'Bout my love, 'bout a girl who really - with me
I'm a thug, and girl, they know just not to fuck with me
When we make love, do you feel that you belong with me?
Calm down, girl, I'll do to you these thugged-out things

Told you, you hurt me, I told you don't lie
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me



Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, India Williams, Jason Goldberg, Jonathan Kilaman Cole
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