Baby don't stress me (feat. T3vy-T & Bruciie)
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You just wanna party all day Working the club, they got no love You got me spending my K's Shaking it fast, spending my cash Baby don't, woah, no no Baby, baby don't you Mmh, no Baby don't stress me I been grinding all day With my gang all I need Is you and your bestie Bring it on bring it on Give it all to me Girl you're way too sexy What you gon do when I f*ck on your friends on the low That shit gon happen when We living life on the road Baby don't stress me What's with the questions Just get on your knees and Blesse me baby Gotta say please when you text me I'm writing my wrongs You keep testing me I thought you wanted the best for me I'mma keep writing my destiny A Ferguson beat so I flex on it yeah Tell me, when we met You said you got a man Now you trynna post me on the gram I'mma do what I can I ain't pop no xann But I'm fly Peter Pan baby What's a hoe to street nigga She wanna f*ck me Cause my dick being bigger I see the bigger picture You see stick figures Oh, she wanna turn me To a mean nigga If you keep stressing me I'mma stop doing that thing With my waist, uh uh I'll make you wait I'll stop doing that thing With my tongue If you thought you were the one My dick game crazy, stupid Make you think I was friends with cupid I'll give you flashbacks dreaming lucid I keep it 100 like Lucy Baby don't stress me I been grinding all day With my gang all I need Is you and your bestie Bring it on bring it on Give it all to me Girl you're way too sexy What you gon do when I f*ck on your friends on the low That shit gon happen when We living life on the road Up on my phone tryna text Cause she know ain't no body Gonna give her best sex When I pull up to the crib undress Running through my mind How you lick on my flesh If I hit it Give your friend a turn next I might nut it on her chest If she freaky digest next round Don't rest, pass it like a test Had you talking dirty Now my room is a mess I like her cause she freaky Never catch me never catch me With your Bestie Me and my boys never resting Always on road don't text me Baby don't, woah, no no Baby, baby don't you Mmh, no Baby don't stress me I been grinding all day With my gang all I need Is you and your bestie Bring it on bring it on Give it all to me Girl you're way too sexy What you gon do when I f*ck on your friends on the low That shit gon happen when We living life on the road
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Written by: Bruce Chinyanga, Mpumelelo Xaba, Panashe Chinyanga
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