IK

When it comes to you know my trigger finger itchin'
But you don't really listen, to me
You don't really listen to me
You don't really listen to me
Until I hit your favorite spot and you be oozing
What you spray?
You spraying like cologne yea Dolce
And when I take you out to breakfast you get oj
And you gon mix and make mimosa, pour away, pour away
You don't really trust me you jus think I'm hiding bitches
When I pick the phone up it's already tension
Always at my neck like you really jus be lynchin'
And we both got couples names we afraid to mention

How you wanna get it? Get that jubilee
With me baby we gon have a party see
I see how you like it woah woah woah
And you gon give me throat
And I know fasho
You gon wanna wear a rope
One hand on your throat
Don't gotta tell me I know

I know where you like it
Do it like nike
Make you buss over and over, don't fight it
And you gon try to lock me down like Rikers
Cause when I put it in you Imma striker
Stripes up on your ass baby they jus like a tiger
And Imma real wolve so we do not make a liger
And I can jus admit that we both some fuckin liars
I can't lie I'm tired

How you wanna get it? Get that jubilee
With me baby we gon have a party see
I see how you like it woah woah woah
And you gon give me throat
And I know fasho
You gon wanna wear a rope
One hand on your throat
Don't gotta tell me I know

I can't lie I'm tired of being toxic, you hurt
You gon really throw it on me, Jalen Hurts
You gon want me to kill it, in a hearse
So tell me why you upset cause this what you want
You don't want me share my love, give them girls a pump
But Im not really with you, you know the deal
I can't be your superman ain't no man of steel

And you gon give me throat
1 hand on your throat
Don't gotta tell me I know



Credits
Writer(s): C.j. Auguste, Cj Auguste
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link