Bollywood

If this about you, I love you
If it's not, then it's fuck you
If you left, I can't trust you
If you here, I might rush you

Say you love me, I'm like how Sway
Cause girl you loving me the wrong way
I like to be in your skin, I'm talking face to face
So how you say you love affection, then claim you need some space

I'm picking up, you contradicting, what you putting down
Tryna listen, but jumbled words, more like a bunch of sounds
Love an action too, not just a thing, you treat it like a noun
Guess we gotta see, how you gone feel, when I'm just not around

It's not no off switch, had a spark but now I lost it
Cause how I'm giving my all, and now you telling me, you off it
I'm sick of you, ironic, cause yo ass be coughing
Still bought you NyQuil, cause I can't just make my thoughts quit

You on my mind, and I mean it, like all the time
Only thinking, how to make you happy, like my brain yours and not mine
And it's whatever, I'll gladly share, cause girl it's fine
No better pleasure, than us together, that I can find

What's our trajectory
Girl, what do you call our love in jeopardy
We got telepathy, and I think that pussy made for me
Our fun be Rated E, and that's for Elmo not for everybody
Cause you my
Cause you my

Bollywood
Bougie, Bossy, Hollywood
Know you pissed me off, you ask, You Mad
My quick response, Aye bro, I'm good
Bitch this Death Row, can't let you go, must think I'm Suge
Well I am, so baby get it understood

That you stuck with me
When you found me that was luckily
Don't know why you think I'll baby you
We abort, not taking custody

Lost my best friend, but found one of better company
Call me Fat Ass, love when I eat it, guess I'm gluttony
Snoring and farting loud as hell, but you still uppity
Cut my roto, had me tell the hoes, don't fuck with me
And when we make love, you cum first, so why rushing me

I wanna fuck you during your flow, is that too nasty though
Good dick and head, but this mouthpiece more than curling toes
Try to replace me, find worser copies, that might do you bold
Even on bad terms, we go to sleep and wake on the phone

Causeeee, I allow it
Hoes hate and love, you get an allowance
Older body, with low mileage
My bitch details, embody Audi
Cause you my
My bitch resemble a fucking goddess
Cause you my

Bollywood
Bougie, Bossy, Hollywood
Know you pissed me off, you ask, You Mad
Grit my teeth, Aye bro, I'm good
Bitch this Death Row, can't let you go, must think I'm Suge
Well I am, so baby get it understood

That you stuck with me
When you found me that was luckily
Don't know why you think I'll baby you
We abort, not taking custody
And when we make love, you cum first, so why rushing me



Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Collier
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