CREAM OF WHEAT (feat. Alex Vaughn)
I want a scoop
Lights hella low in this room
While we spoon
Stir you up while I'm tasting your truths
Good for my body you taste like a fruit
And you move your body like Jamaican your roots
Want a title? A label? That's cool
I'll book a table for 2
It sucks when you trust someone to be your crutch
And they end up disabling you
So let me show you what I'm able to do over time
I'm just letting God cut out the fabric
We all know her design is divine
I got Ex's still pressing they line
I got DM request on decline
I got dough to invest in yo grind
And a soul to invest in your mind
But baby
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
Skin shea butter smooth you feel like cream to me
Sweet as apple oatmeal, Sweet as Cream of Wheat
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
Skin shea butter smooth you feel like cream to me
Sweet as apple oatmeal, Sweet as Cream of Wheat
(Yea yea yea yea)
Natural, Wig... you can't get it wrong ooh
And you look good wit a fitted on too
Just got a check ima spend it on you
Just cuz ya ex thought he shitted on you
Yo shit vice grip never on loose
Yo clique my clique get along too
*chirp* Hello?
If this was 02 I would waste every single chirp minute on you
Skin like Regina King whoa
Stand about 5 foot 4, maybe 5'5
We do brunch, champagne with the toast
Little papadeaux's but you're never scared to do Popeyes
And that's really why we locked eyes
I could see the truth in you
You ain't full of lost lies
Let you get on top of me hips going clockwise
Top 5
Speaking of a clock you could stop time
On the real Price
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
Skin shea butter smooth you feel like cream to me
Sweet as apple oatmeal, Sweet as Cream of Wheat
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
Skin shea butter smooth you feel like cream to me
Sweet as apple oatmeal, Sweet as Cream of Wheat
(Yea yea yea yea)
Lights hella low in this room
While we spoon
Stir you up while I'm tasting your truths
Good for my body you taste like a fruit
And you move your body like Jamaican your roots
Want a title? A label? That's cool
I'll book a table for 2
It sucks when you trust someone to be your crutch
And they end up disabling you
So let me show you what I'm able to do over time
I'm just letting God cut out the fabric
We all know her design is divine
I got Ex's still pressing they line
I got DM request on decline
I got dough to invest in yo grind
And a soul to invest in your mind
But baby
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
Skin shea butter smooth you feel like cream to me
Sweet as apple oatmeal, Sweet as Cream of Wheat
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
Skin shea butter smooth you feel like cream to me
Sweet as apple oatmeal, Sweet as Cream of Wheat
(Yea yea yea yea)
Natural, Wig... you can't get it wrong ooh
And you look good wit a fitted on too
Just got a check ima spend it on you
Just cuz ya ex thought he shitted on you
Yo shit vice grip never on loose
Yo clique my clique get along too
*chirp* Hello?
If this was 02 I would waste every single chirp minute on you
Skin like Regina King whoa
Stand about 5 foot 4, maybe 5'5
We do brunch, champagne with the toast
Little papadeaux's but you're never scared to do Popeyes
And that's really why we locked eyes
I could see the truth in you
You ain't full of lost lies
Let you get on top of me hips going clockwise
Top 5
Speaking of a clock you could stop time
On the real Price
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
Skin shea butter smooth you feel like cream to me
Sweet as apple oatmeal, Sweet as Cream of Wheat
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
I don't think you know just what you mean to me
Skin shea butter smooth you feel like cream to me
Sweet as apple oatmeal, Sweet as Cream of Wheat
(Yea yea yea yea)
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Jacks, Price Jacks, Mikel Jacks
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