Chicago Boy

Woah, woah, woah woah

Needed some Ricolas
Stepped in CVS
Saw you in the corner
I was lookin' a mess
You didn't notice
Jason was instigatin'
I wanna bring you closer
Tired of waitin'
Tired of waitin' (Ooh)

Said listen, baby
I know that I'm speedin' up this vibe
Is you gon' judge me
If I fuck you 'fore I catch this flight?
No freakin' worries
I just want to get you comfortable
I need you now
But I don't want to get your feelings broke

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Why your smile so pearly?
Earrings look like dimes
It's not a deal breaker
You'll be fly in time
Won't you come to my show?
After we can leave
Rid all your clothes
Lost in the sheets (Ayy)
Get lost in the sheets

Said listen, baby
I know that I'm speedin' up this vibe
Is you gon' judge me
If I fuck you 'fore I catch this flight?
No freakin' worries
I just want to get you comfortable
I need you now
Boy I don't want to get your feelings broke
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wanna get your feelings broke?
No, no (Oh)
Wanna get your feelings broke?

Might, might bend it over
Love you like Sosa
Rolls Royce on my iPhone
Need you a little longer
Ricolas ain't doin' enough for me
On this east, baby where you at now?

Ooh
Ooh
Oooh
Ooh, ooh oh

All the niggas in here leave, please
On the count of three because I need to talk to my bitches
All the niggas in here
Because it's about to get real
I need to know if you guys are really ready to be my friends
Because it gets real, it gets gross, it gets terrifying
Are you ready?
Niggas get the hell out
If you are a part of my job, label, go right now
'Cause its about to get disgusting
It's about to get so fucking freaky
Get out



Credits
Writer(s): Courtney Shanade Salter, Ronald Eugene Gilmore, Chico Hamilton, Theodore Croker, Anthony Parrino
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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