Xtortion
I know everybody says I'm just getting started, you ain't seen nothing yet
Yo bitches, I'm just getting started, you ain't seen nothing yet
Oh, they ain't tell you huh?
You can't blackmail, no black male
You can't blackmail, no black male
You can't blackmail, no black male
You can't blackmail, no black male
It's Big Texas dripped out in blessings, The Mocha Cowboy
How you think you biggest stepping when I'm around boy
All that slitherin' by bitter men, come hither then my friend
Ain't no meddlin' lil middle man gone bring about my end
Lover boy got caught slipping, pure extortion on the phone
Turning magic into panic, I'm a potter when I mold
B-I-G, M-J-D, still a leauge of his own
Matter fact them pics was fire
I should leak it on my own - what
Shits enormous, its mighty morphin, and kicks in black
I kick the body, it's rigamortus that's kicking back
4 in mornings, to 4 in mornings, we back to back
No conforming, this just ya warning the real is back
Man, this shits annoying, ya sure ya want it? Can't take it back
Just forewarning, we feeling Foreman, we pressing back
I was dormant, so when you mourning remember that
Force my hand then come ask forgiveness
That shit is wack
Can't stop, won't stop
I'm so close I can't stop, I won't stop
Tell me how you feel about it all
You're more than just a moment
I brag about my baby to my dawgs
You're everything important
Butterflying feelings when you call
My anchor when it's storming
If you feelin' like I'm feelin' then let's fall
Yea
See, I need you to ride with me
And rock with me
Take a stroll in the stars with me, and star with me
Two peas in a pod, the Bobby to my Whitney
Put the world on a pause
And, tear down ya walls with me
I ain't looking for perfect, although that's what I got
I only wanted love that loves in tough spots
The rest we never mind it
I only look to you for my reminding
So tell me how you feel about it all
Tell me how you'll never give us up
Brag about my baby to my dawgs
I'm bout to ring her up, so prep a tux
Butterflying feelings when ya call
Ya mama and the lord was cookin' up
You feelin' like I'm feelin' then let's fall
Yo bitches, I'm just getting started, you ain't seen nothing yet
Oh, they ain't tell you huh?
You can't blackmail, no black male
You can't blackmail, no black male
You can't blackmail, no black male
You can't blackmail, no black male
It's Big Texas dripped out in blessings, The Mocha Cowboy
How you think you biggest stepping when I'm around boy
All that slitherin' by bitter men, come hither then my friend
Ain't no meddlin' lil middle man gone bring about my end
Lover boy got caught slipping, pure extortion on the phone
Turning magic into panic, I'm a potter when I mold
B-I-G, M-J-D, still a leauge of his own
Matter fact them pics was fire
I should leak it on my own - what
Shits enormous, its mighty morphin, and kicks in black
I kick the body, it's rigamortus that's kicking back
4 in mornings, to 4 in mornings, we back to back
No conforming, this just ya warning the real is back
Man, this shits annoying, ya sure ya want it? Can't take it back
Just forewarning, we feeling Foreman, we pressing back
I was dormant, so when you mourning remember that
Force my hand then come ask forgiveness
That shit is wack
Can't stop, won't stop
I'm so close I can't stop, I won't stop
Tell me how you feel about it all
You're more than just a moment
I brag about my baby to my dawgs
You're everything important
Butterflying feelings when you call
My anchor when it's storming
If you feelin' like I'm feelin' then let's fall
Yea
See, I need you to ride with me
And rock with me
Take a stroll in the stars with me, and star with me
Two peas in a pod, the Bobby to my Whitney
Put the world on a pause
And, tear down ya walls with me
I ain't looking for perfect, although that's what I got
I only wanted love that loves in tough spots
The rest we never mind it
I only look to you for my reminding
So tell me how you feel about it all
Tell me how you'll never give us up
Brag about my baby to my dawgs
I'm bout to ring her up, so prep a tux
Butterflying feelings when ya call
Ya mama and the lord was cookin' up
You feelin' like I'm feelin' then let's fall
Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Destin, Kelli Susemihl
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