I ain't tryna S-I-M-P
But you look so good I don't know why you with me
Told you that shit first day that I met you
Baby girl, you a ten can't let a four get you
Don't wanna do nothing without you
Yeah, when they play this shit at the club baby I'ma be like
This my shit, caught your ass staring at my pretty ass bitch
Smokin' all day, baby, I need some ChapStick
Postmatin' everything, I don't need to leave the crib
No tattoos don't like needles on her skin
Call you everyday, you know what city that I'm in
Every time I told you you was pretty, I meant it
Can't find another in the city, I mean it
And if I do it too fast she hate my guts
Don't call me mad, you doin' too much
When you like that my days messed up
Call me back when you get over that
'Cause I'm tired of breaking up
Leaving my things outside, that shit getting old
That shit getting old
She say he lame 'cause he flexing cash
'Cause he don't know that you got double that
Do your thing with your sexy ass
I don't call you out your name I'm respecting that
Wake you in the morning, surprise
Made you breakfast, Starbucks on the side, damn
I'm simping, I am
I'm falling in love
And if you're ever thirsty in your sleep
I'll bring you water, baby, yes indeed
Ahh damn, I'm simping, I am
I'm falling in love
Gettin' nervous when you walk in my crib, uh
And I don't know what it is, no
Leave your keys in your purse, you forgetful
Baby girl, you forgetful
Getting nervous when you walk in my crib, uh
And I don't know what it is no
Leave your keys in your purse you forgetful
Baby girl, you forgetful
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