Uh, someone made a mess of my account (Someone sound like me, yes) Someone bought a patek in a panic, yes, yes Fully bentley addict, I go manic, oh no Hit the uchi-chuchi 'till it's slanted, ooh I'ma beat it up, ooh, lady I'ma make you dreams come, baby Ayy, you the one who talking all that trash (You the one who talkin' all that trash) 45, I'll twenty-eight that ass You can set that snow on fire (yeah, ooh) You smell like a peach papaya She said: Eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back I'm like: Aight Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is (no) This better not be no molly She just laughed and closed the door Dark chocolate sea salt I took a bite She said: We gon' have a special night I said: Who you telling, girl? I know that Tracee ellis, with it when you throw back Girl, I see your shadow move Ooh, you're so divine (yes you are) And them panties came off (ooh, yes they did) I'ma give you some privacy Pictures with your stepsisters N.K. jemisin with you, uh Got the all about love on some bell hooks Then I turned to her dirty look, uh (meow) Ayy, why your cat looking at me sideways? Sing to her I said: Nah, I'll put on the radio though Boy, I might let you go Lay back on my back, uh, vibrate My ex on some b. S And she walk out the closet Girl, never write a check I can't deposit She said: Boy stop, let's go walkin' (let's go walkin') You wanna be outside for this We just talkin'
Dogpound looking like a trader joe's (uh, uh) Papa young, uh, thought you hated those Other girls look, look they shady shows Every time we walk around They say: How she gonna hold him down? No They don't know what they missing Most of these niggas wanna run around with these scissors (yeah) I prefer to just stroll the park with this shotgun Baby girl is just diggin' all in my pockets (my pock-) I was going hard by the magic hour We were holding hands, tryna make me understand Niggas fall in love, that's my magic power, yes Everybody's jealous, I'm on easy, these colors Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight Yellow, red, orange robe, asking for donations, ooh I am not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation (I am not a tourist, nigga, I know-, this is not vacation) Vibrate Goddamn, and this girl going crazy on my motorola She said: Let me answer it (let me answer) Then she'll know it's over, ooh Girl you cancerous, you gon' ruin my life Let me get this paperweight, then come be my wife She just laughed and touched my face But you don't understand what this is (wait a minute, wait, wait) I'm ain't looking for another lifetime Let's just stay here and enjoy the great design Had the iceberg tucked on my waist, bling F*ck an omelet, you can eat off my face, no I just thought that we were vibin' You don't love her? Then you lyin' Coming, going, you get tulips Put a finger to my two lips (it's okay) Ooh you got it bad, just remember what we had You can set the snow on fire The reason that your suffering's desire The reason I'm moving with this ooh-wee I was loving life, I got too deep (I was too deep) Woke up in my room, she was long gone Toni singing me another sad song Ooh, eternity, oh, until we meet again This ain't special, tell me what you want This ain't special, baby, this is fun This ain't special, tell me what you want This ain't special, baby, this is fun Drop it off (21), let me see if your booty soft Gold mouth (hol' up, hol' up), yes, I'm from the dirty south Lights out (straight up), summertime, I brought the ice out (21) Pipes out (on God), all my shooters came from moscow Got a girl in harvard, I talk proper when I call her (21) Baby, I'm a baller, ain't no way that I can rob ya (straight up) She don't want no new friends, she just tryna buy her a new Benz (on God) I've been counting ms, me and ben franklin down to kin (on God) Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts (21) Talkin' 'bout your brother to get some pussy, that's wack (straight up) The police keep harassin' cause I'm rich and I'm black (straight up) They mad because I made myself a boss without crack (on God) I ain't trippin', boy, I'm Lamborghini whippin' (21, 21) Straight up out the trenches, money made me ignorant I'm on the private jet eatin' popeyes chicken (21) I be flexin' like I'm eatin' popeye's spinach (21, 21, 21) Boy you need to Percolate and still have a little time for Sunday Ooh (So baby, say let's take it back to the crib Back to the-back-back to the) Baby, I might let you go Baby-baby, no matter what And like I switch the other side on me Babe-babe gotta hold me Gotta ride on me Baby-aby, let's take it back to crib Back-back to the crib Back-back to the Baby, I might let you go Baby-baby, no matter what And I can I-can I-can I-can I To the crib- Back to the brick Back to the- You see them Baby, I, baby, baby, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Composição: Ariana Grande / Brian Keith Warfield / Chance The Rapper / Childish Gambino / Christian Rich / Chukwudi Hodge / Dacoury Natche / Donald Glover / Donald Gover / Donald Mckinley Ii Glover / Ely Rise / Gary Clark Jr. / Jhene Aiko Chilombo / Ludwig Goransson / Maclean Robinson / Riley Mackin / Sarah Aarons / ThundercatColaboração e revisão: C. W.

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