[Pamela Long]
Tell me (So, won't you tell me?), what you want me to do
'Cause, baby, I'm waiting for your love, and–
Tell me (So, won't you tell me?), what you want me to do
'Cause baby I'm waiting for your love, and–
[Aminé]
Your girl is my bitch, she stay on my hip, stick to me like glue (Stick to me like glue)
We fuck to the SZA, she love when it's in her, she not gonna snooze (Not gonna snooze)
I'm cummin' too fast, I'm on a half tab, that's not an excuse (Not an excuse)
Don't care 'bout your feelings, get bucks like I'm Lillard then blow it on you (Blow it on you)
She throwin' a fit and throwin' it back
You fuck with me once, you comin' right back
Just like my shows, you gettin' a pass
Who is your ex? I'll give him a dap
Not threatened by shit 'cause I'm killin' this shit
The head too good, that ass get a smack
My shawty my demon and angel
She worried 'bout angles, I'm worried 'bout racks
Huh, huh, huh, she cryin' in clubs, she sheddin' them tears
Huh, huh, huh, she not a white boy, she don't do the beer
Huh, huh, huh, I'm hittin' it raw, but we in the clear
Huh, huh, huh, I take you to Louis, he take you to Sears
She lives in my lap, she lookin' for blessings
The top too good, it's anti-depressing
I hit it whenever, that's side-nigga Heaven
She don't care who's who
Now her ex mad, boo-hoo
Fuck around with you
Merci beaucoup
[Pamela Long]
Tell me (So, won't you tell me?), what you want me to do
'Cause baby I'm waiting for your love, and–
[Smino]
(Baby)
We go back like some neck braids
I'm stickin' to your scalp, I stay trim like side fades (Uh)
Addicted to digging you deep, it escalate then I excavate (Dig it)
Been fuckin' for fifty-six nights just like that Future and ESCO tape (Oh)
I told her to turn off the lights, but not once did I dim my glow
Been puttin' you on this fly shit, word to Miyagi, she a dem a goat
This issey ain't no question, so I'm callin' it any Miyake
Mexico, gettin' my chips, I like to dip all my takis in guacy
Toxic environment when I pour more than them shots that you copped me
I get to stuntin' too hard
And don't let the blunt hit too hard
I'm 'bout to stand on a bar
And deal with The Shade Room tomorrow
Then back to me duckin' off in the hills, I been raisin' a dog
And from that, I learned to decipher the tones
That could belong to a bark
Sometimes, she mad 'cause I'm so aloof and she want me in involved (She do)
Sometimes, she hungry, sometimes, she jealous, sometimes, she wrong
Say life is a bitch, I guess I know more 'bout that bitch than I thought (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
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