Lyrics

I guess you gon' take it as far as I'm going But without me I see where you going On the path to a future of hoeing I don't drink but that blunt I be toting How she eat up the boy I'm surprised she ain't choking Open eyes when I swim in her ocean Take over my stick and control it She make her shit bounce with that circular motion Damn I'm winning and these nigga not I stay with the baddest lil bitch They stay with that bitch from the block they saying that now is their time I don't see that shit on the clock But they know it's go to work time When they see it hit 9 on the dot Fuck it I'm changing the plot I'm taking her back to my spot I'm sliding my vote in her box That vote got her new nigga blocked That quote on her post got her dropped Her ex he a lame he got mopped He tried to spin back but he flopped Played my role in this bitch I don't think I'll get topped What you make in a year imma spend on my car Booking flights taking trips to Qatar Imma shine in the night cause they know I'm a star Then I play with her strings like guitar Cut her off when I light up this shit like cigars Connection gone bad cause I'm moving too far I take my play money and fill up her jar Then I gave her a tip like she worked at the bar Got a slim girl she bad too She love on my tattoos Nice hair fat ass too So long since I've had you I'm tryna bring you back home Do what you said on the phone When it's you and I all alone Tell me lil bih will you keep the same tone You know what I want and I got what you need Come here lil mama and bend that shit over Got the key to your shit you'll get freed I be walking the walk how I'm talking that talk Got it wet imma slide in with ease She nutted four times I ain't even gave one So you know who she'll call to get pleased How you claiming we fucked even though we ain't met See you and your friends making bets To figure out which one is taking it next I'm being direct so taking his bitch it ain't something to flex Just go through the text the more that you read it, she loses respect But fuck it her back to my chest Like fuck if we making a mess I study your ass like a test So when I'm taking that shit know I hit it correct I'm some shit that she cannot forget That some shit that she gotta accept Imma stay on her mind like it's debt And I'm making her nut without breaking a sweat
Writer(s): Jordache Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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