WYG

I just spoke on the shit that I'm likin', Bae where you going girl come right back cause you know damn well that i like that I got a new poem and Ian write that i just spoke on the shit that I'm liking Girl, you the shit, how could I get tired of you how could i get tired You pooping yo shit baby i'm proud of you uh If you ain't got it yet, then you gon' get it I know you're thinkin' I don't pay attention I might be dozin' off but bae I'm listening ' On your bad days, I'm there with you You ain't lookin' for no man to fix you You just wanna cool it how we kick it I know right now that we ain't serious But I still don't entertain women You just wanna ride with your shades on Let the seat back while we cruisin' the drop top Then you start a R&B playlist And give me that look ouu she tryna get knocked off Ouu she nasty, she need her rocks off She actin' bad, I'm bout to put her in time out Baby gorgeous, that's why my eyes on her Told her let me hit her, tryna home run her Every time she come through, I stop aahuh Let me catch my breath Is you fuckin' with me, or you not' Cause shidd if you, ain't Ian finna waste time here Girl, you know we grown, f*ck a text, you can call my phone I'ma pull up where you at kinda feelin' you so when we f*ck we be all night long but you already knew that I'm a freak, girl, you already knew that F*ck them hoes, I wanna be wherever you at I can't leave you at all, girl, you too wet when we f*ck you hit High Notes, we should do a duet Showed me a kid picture at Borats if I'd known you back then, I swear I was on that But I see you now and I want that, I wanna own that mmhmm Bae, where you goin'? Girl, come right back Cause you know damn well that I like that I got a new poem and I ain't write that I just spoke on the shit that I'm likin Girl, you the shit, how could I get tired of you how could i get tired You poppin' your shit, baby, I'm proud of you Bae, where you goin'? Girl, come right back Cause you know damn well that I like that I got a new poem and I ain't write that I just spoke on the shit that I'm likin Girl, you the shit, how could I get tired of you You poppin' your shit, baby, I'm proud of you