Taste
Bitches stay up on my mind, call it voodoo Why my bro bro throw advice at the wrong time
Whole time playin' stupid for a good time Man these shawties never loyal but they try
and do me Always askin' why I'm cheatin', need a different
coochie Toss a ho to my bro, I can't save a soul
Did her dirty, that's a secret she ain't never told
Man these hoes a dime a dozen, this shit don't mean nothin' to me
You can stay or you can leave it, you got somewhere to be
Maybe it's toxic, but I can't see no future in this
I lost a bitch with her ass and gained a bitch with some tits
Maybe I'm crazy, drug me up I let my bitch who gave her heart, she couldn't
give me up And if them niggas get involved, they probably
pay the price For all them times she said she loved him
started addin' up, I really think she bad enough
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
You look better than my seventh grade math teacher
Gonna tell me what your mama and your dad feed ya
Baby I can eay your booty like a Pac-Man
Let me eat your coochie like an anteater Get your passport and fly you to the States
You look thicker than a stack of hot cakes, yes you do
Got a car that can take you by the place Maybe later you can put it in my face, how you do
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
What you know about me Put that arc up in your back act like you know about me
I'm a dirty fuckin' dog, I like to claim it proudly
Talk her out her Gucci panties in some fuckin' Nikes
I don't need a fuckin' Hypebeast, I don't need a fuckin' feature
I got this white bitch screamin', baby, more than just a Bieber
I got this black bitch, taking dick like she a fuckin' keeper
I got my exes blocking calls like she a fuckin' goalie
I don't think y'all fuckin' no me
Whole time playin' stupid for a good time Man these shawties never loyal but they try
and do me Always askin' why I'm cheatin', need a different
coochie Toss a ho to my bro, I can't save a soul
Did her dirty, that's a secret she ain't never told
Man these hoes a dime a dozen, this shit don't mean nothin' to me
You can stay or you can leave it, you got somewhere to be
Maybe it's toxic, but I can't see no future in this
I lost a bitch with her ass and gained a bitch with some tits
Maybe I'm crazy, drug me up I let my bitch who gave her heart, she couldn't
give me up And if them niggas get involved, they probably
pay the price For all them times she said she loved him
started addin' up, I really think she bad enough
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
You look better than my seventh grade math teacher
Gonna tell me what your mama and your dad feed ya
Baby I can eay your booty like a Pac-Man
Let me eat your coochie like an anteater Get your passport and fly you to the States
You look thicker than a stack of hot cakes, yes you do
Got a car that can take you by the place Maybe later you can put it in my face, how you do
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
I was tryna hit it out the gate She was tryna say I gotta wait
I'm just tryna get a little taste, taste, taste
What you know about me Put that arc up in your back act like you know about me
I'm a dirty fuckin' dog, I like to claim it proudly
Talk her out her Gucci panties in some fuckin' Nikes
I don't need a fuckin' Hypebeast, I don't need a fuckin' feature
I got this white bitch screamin', baby, more than just a Bieber
I got this black bitch, taking dick like she a fuckin' keeper
I got my exes blocking calls like she a fuckin' goalie
I don't think y'all fuckin' no me
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Nobles
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