OMAR MATEEN

I told her baby Please don't play me I told her watch, AP Gave her the Roc, Jay-Z I got shooters, KD Tracy McGrady Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club I got shooters, Kyrie And the shoes is Kyries These exclusive Nikes And my boo be spicy Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Okay, shoot up the club; no OJ, ain't usin' a glove No way, you're doin' too much; Jose Canseco Got the juice like tomato, got shooters on payroll I'm bussin' the Draco, I love when you say no Nervous emoji, curvin' the phonies; she's loyal, she's certainly shown me She's spoiled, she's earnin' a trophy; she's royalty, sure to dethrone me Told her I got more shooters hittin' regardless I miss her like a stormtrooper misses a target A gat is the only thing that I'll pack for protection DNA all over the place, it's a match for forensics Why you so passive aggressive? My phone ain't password protected Hang up at 10:59, call me back at 11 Hmm, can't get enough of me; baby girl, you're stuck with me If it's cuffin' season, she's in protective custody She don't need a reason, squeezin' all on my Dungarees Brought the piece in the club with me, 'bout to unleash a fuckin' scene I told her baby Please don't play me I told her watch, AP Gave her the Roc, Jay-Z I got shooters, KD Tracy McGrady Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club I got shooters, Kyrie And the shoes is Kyries These exclusive Nikes And my boo be spicy Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Tear the club up, Three 6. Fresh Forces, no creases Endorphin releasing, performance increasing In the morning or evening, (we can) record it and keep it Look how gorgeous the peach is, I'll sink more than my teeth in Mmm… And you know she's my only one Hit her with the long stroke, got a hole in one I guess it's par for the course She got rug burn from the carpeted floor She got a body that is hard to ignore Darling, I'm yours, until I'm on a cart in the morgue Pardon me for my dirty mind if it seems filthy I did the crime, I'll do the time, I'ma plead guilty I'll happily serve a life sentence Serve it back to me, baby, like tennis Hmm, 'cause I'm nothin' like them other guys I'm a whole fuckin' vibe; baby, let me come inside I told her baby Please don't play me I told her watch, AP Gave her the Roc, Jay-Z I got shooters, KD Tracy McGrady Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club I got shooters, Kyrie And the shoes is Kyries These exclusive Nikes And my boo be spicy Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Shoot up the club, shoot up the club Okay