Say Something
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(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
Baby, say somethin' to me right now (Now)
Girl, come here, get piped down (Pipe)
Fuck you out your nightgown
When I'm hittin' you, you make the right sounds
Shit, fuck, she so wet, gotta pull out
So I won't nut (Come here)
Huh, yeah, that my lil' shit, so why you askin'?
(Ayy, why you askin'?)
Baby, I'll be your Jamie Foxx, come and be my Fancy
(Come be my Fancy)
Your nigga a braxton (He a lame)
Girl, bring me that pussy, I'm tryna beat it
Michael Jackson (Michael J)
Baby, pull out that pussy, I'm tryna eat it
Why you laughin'?
Baby, I'm dead-ass serious, no, like for real
I don't see shit funny (I don't see shit funny)
Ayy, I'm tryna fuck in a Urus, buy you a bag
And fill it with money (Printed, go)
Baby girl, keep on your pants, I like the ass
But I want your neck though (I want the nеck)
I got a Jag' in the front (The front), 'Cat in the back
(Thе back), this bitch like a pet store (A pet store)
Push the button and crank it up (Vroom)
I made that bitch say somethin' (Go)
Fuck nigga keep playin' tough (Tough)
I'ma choke your ass like Draymond (Dray)
Yeah, bro locked up like Akon, I got racks
Perhaps off papers
You look good inside this club, excuse me
Love, but can I say somethin'?
Take a pill and crack a seal, ride through Mobile
Fire in my hand (Yeah)
Bae, keep it low, I buy you heels, ain't no more tears
'cause I got bands (I got bands)
I let them get too comfortable, I'm lockin' in
I'm tired of playin' (Tired of playin')
You was just a one-night stand, you textin'
Talkin' 'bout where we stand (Where we stand)
You say slick shit when these hoes around
Now I look at you shady (Shady, yeah)
You know I never got my license, bae
I'm bound to drive you crazy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You did that once, I tried to let you come back
'round, but I couldn't fake it (No)
You know the only time you tell me how
You feel when you get wasted (Yeah)
I typed a paragraph, tryna tell you how
I feel and just erase it
This shit gettin' old, my heart gettin' cold
I'm tired of fake shit, I'm impatient
You get wasted, I can taste it on your lips
Girl, you that baby (Baby)
I get all up in your stomach 'til you say
You want my babies (Yeah, yeah)
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