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Ay man i'm not gon lie, I don't know what the fuck you're on about but
I mean
If you want me to vent
I, I guess I can show you this song I wrote about my ex
Maybe open up a luh'
because like, i'm not gon lie bro
this love shit, I ain't sure about it
But it go
it goes like this
I wanna see what you about
I wanna listen while you run your mouth
I've been desperate, girl, it's been a while
The flashbacks that I get up on that kitchen counter
I'm so fuckin' proud
You's a big girl now
You on your own, word
You're smart, intelligent, pretty, but it's a cold world
Niggas gon' try to take advantage of this
Hennessy and Don mixed with the fucking powder (Yea)
Make me feel euphoric like it's happy hour (Alright)
Butterflies gon' always stick with pretty flowers
Take you out to dinner, then after, it's my turn, Yea
You just taste so pure, I'ma take it slow
Baby, give me the script, and I'ma just do my role
Not this type of guidance when we're individual
Mentally and physically me and you are just very close
I don't wanna mess this up
Fuckin' with a ten
Maybe it's the drinks
Smokin' too many grams
But I wanna show you off
Pop out on Instagram?
Tell these niggas I'm more than just a friend
I wanna see, are you alright?
I wanna pull up in my brand new ride
Left hand steerin', the other's grippin' thighs
I wanna fuck you up inside the tint
Baby girl, you run and tell your friends?
(But if they want some, that's not on me, it's still all yours though)
I know it's been a fuckin' minute, minute, girl
Finish, finish, girl
Our business, business, girl
I went in, went in
Do you feel it, feel it, girl?
Say you feel it in your guts
Now you sayin' that you love me, but
I don't wanna be committed, but girl, I wanna be yours
I don't wanna mess this up
Fuckin' with a ten
Maybe it's the drinks
Smokin' too many grams
But I wanna show you off
Pop out on Instagram?
Tell these niggas that
I want you
That it's all yours
No one else but you, baby
And you're even on my mind still when I'm faded
'Cause I want you
Fuck
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I mean
If you want me to vent
I, I guess I can show you this song I wrote about my ex
Maybe open up a luh'
because like, i'm not gon lie bro
this love shit, I ain't sure about it
But it go
it goes like this
I wanna see what you about
I wanna listen while you run your mouth
I've been desperate, girl, it's been a while
The flashbacks that I get up on that kitchen counter
I'm so fuckin' proud
You's a big girl now
You on your own, word
You're smart, intelligent, pretty, but it's a cold world
Niggas gon' try to take advantage of this
Hennessy and Don mixed with the fucking powder (Yea)
Make me feel euphoric like it's happy hour (Alright)
Butterflies gon' always stick with pretty flowers
Take you out to dinner, then after, it's my turn, Yea
You just taste so pure, I'ma take it slow
Baby, give me the script, and I'ma just do my role
Not this type of guidance when we're individual
Mentally and physically me and you are just very close
I don't wanna mess this up
Fuckin' with a ten
Maybe it's the drinks
Smokin' too many grams
But I wanna show you off
Pop out on Instagram?
Tell these niggas I'm more than just a friend
I wanna see, are you alright?
I wanna pull up in my brand new ride
Left hand steerin', the other's grippin' thighs
I wanna fuck you up inside the tint
Baby girl, you run and tell your friends?
(But if they want some, that's not on me, it's still all yours though)
I know it's been a fuckin' minute, minute, girl
Finish, finish, girl
Our business, business, girl
I went in, went in
Do you feel it, feel it, girl?
Say you feel it in your guts
Now you sayin' that you love me, but
I don't wanna be committed, but girl, I wanna be yours
I don't wanna mess this up
Fuckin' with a ten
Maybe it's the drinks
Smokin' too many grams
But I wanna show you off
Pop out on Instagram?
Tell these niggas that
I want you
That it's all yours
No one else but you, baby
And you're even on my mind still when I'm faded
'Cause I want you
Fuck
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Writer(s): Romel Bryant
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