Swerve With Me

Hello Yeah, what you got going on Why You already know I ain't even fucking with you right now Man, you swerving with me today Bring your ass outside You trim In this car alone, so tell me, baby, would you swerve with me If I'm for the streets, I want you out here on the curb with me He like, why he won't buy you no flowers You deserve plenty You a boss-ass bitch, and plus, your soul pretty Swerve with me Hit the club and ball We set it off like Queen Latifah them And they don't f*ck with me for real, so I don't want to be with them Don't ask me about no nigga I don't even want to be with him Rose from the pavement, set in stone so they can't break my stem Swerve with you Stand out on that curb with you Hit the mall its shopping sprees You know that I would Splurge with you , swerve with you And you know I won't change, because if you get down bad on your dick I'll get you out the rain Tell me that you love me Is that another thing you lying about You running through my brain I'm trying hard as f*ck to get you out I ain't never leave from by your side when you was down and not So tell me why you thinking that I need you, because you found a route Heartbreak kid stop asking, what's the issue You know what you did And still I'll come swerving Still I'll come swerve with you Stand out on that block while you catch plays You know Ill serve with you And in this car alone, so tell me, baby, would you swerve with me If I'm for the streets, I want you out here on the curb with me He like why he won't buy you no flowers You deserve plenty You a boss-ass bitch, and plus, your soul pretty Swerve with me He like, everything major about you, baby Nothing basic about you If you try to leave, you know I'm running Ill come chasing by you Know you made mistakes, but they just raised you I can't judge your past I keep trying to find the you in hoes, but it never lasts Just stop trying Bitches flat the tires , but I just keep riding I just keep sliding Pray for you when you slide They like, he going to keep coming to get you, because he know you'll ride In this car alone , so tell me, baby, will you swerve with me If I'm for the streets, I want you out here on the curb with me He like, why he won't buy you no flowers You deserve plenty You a boss-ass bitch, and plus, your soul pretty Swerve with me