Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
She know what I like
She know what I like
She know what I like
Lil baby a hustler
She all bout a dollar
If you not talking dollars
She
shoulders
With four walls closing in,
She'll close her eyes.
Oh
It's not like she misses being younger,
Though she never was in Vogue magazine
the night
But I need a queen by my side
We don't gotta say good night
We don't gotta say goodbye
She don't know what she want
But I know what she like
She can
and then we make-up,
I just can't leave this girl alone, shit, say what?
She say every time she talk is like I never listen,
Ask me why we never kiss,
Like she a baddie, know by the, She a baddie, know by the smell
G-Y-A-T, tell me what that spell, Cause she "gyat" it, and the guapy is guapin
Can't fit
ya number one?
I want you to treat me like nobody else, else
That's what she said to me
That's what she said to me
Ah ah
That's what she said to me
the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I
to me, oh no no, oh no no
Focused, I'm focused
She got a body like that
I ain't never seen nothing like that, ah
Like a fantasy in front of me, oh
I
a hill?
No, no, no, no, no
Can she dance a quadrille?
No, no, no, no, no
Does she fit in your coupe?
By herself she's a group
Could she possibly
Sit
Tease artist gets completely naked
There's really something hidden What's
The motivation? What sort of a person is she?
Would I really like to embrace her
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Before my eyes was the promise of paradise
Is she
made
Was one step farther from everything that I
Love and to what? A
World of dysfunction, disrespect
And distrust come to think of it
It is sort of like
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
to fit me in a box
But what i am could never hold
You should've known better
You should've known better
I disrupt the industry
I don't play by their rules
what I told Steve McQueen in private
What I said was The Matrix is like
The Bible of the post-information age
I compared it like
When the hundred guys
she's there if I'm in need
While I'm at shows getting tempted by girls that are on their knees
You know I'm only a teen, it's like my eyes started
home she text them all
She like what bitch
Get hit nigga get the fuck back
When it comes to letting her baby down
She like "fuck that"
She lives in
can't have it back
Swear it's like voodoo by the way she got me so attached
She say she love me she won't leave me I'm like yeah yeah
Don't know what's
blunt wraps and has a murky
Claustrophobic atmosphere
Like what I imagine it must
Feel like to be aboard a submarine, albeit
One with a bar stocked with
can hear the sound
Of a two-day old you sayin' "gaa gaa goo"
And right then all I could think of was you
I really didn't care what she chose to do
Like
a chick that commit to blowin your mind
But your type just ain't her kind
Them country boys is what she like
Raised in the South, lil' cornbread fed
Big
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Before my eyes was the promise of paradise
Is she
like a frisbee
And you tellin' your business, she tell me your business
You tell that bitch what you feelin'
All of the beans you be spillin'
To you,
the foreign, she right by my side
Got her own bag, but she never gotta spend a dime
She know she a problem, she know, yeah (she know, she know)
How she bad
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