[Chorus: Justin Love]
This used to only happen in my head, yes
And now I finally got you in my bed, yeah
Girl, I promise I don’t mean no disrespect, no, no, no, nah
I just don’t want this to ever end (Right)
[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
You took longer than I thought you would
Fold under pressure, shit, of course you would
Hope that nigga fuck you when he caught you good
Flyest of fly, she came with longitude and latitude
Pouting mean she wanting sexy nasty ass attitude
How you let me taste it than you take it back?
Something to remember
Turning me into an addict
You’re an Indian giver
Baby hairs, a baby face, a trace of some Indian in her
Plus she pull out front the hood in one my hoodies I ain’t give her Sexy
You say I’m messy, you don’t fuck with nothing messy
Taking picture in my ice, you Wayne Gretzky
Only do what you let me
Send money so the nails done freshly
Ain’t worried 'bout impressing me what impress me
But then you get to talking, I hate when you get snappy
Like bitches ain’t fucking with me, niggas, they can’t have me
I was tryna get a carry out 'em
Was what it was, I ain’t care about 'em
They ain’t on your level, why you worry 'bout em?
Gang
This used to only happen in my head, yes
And now I finally got you in my bed, yeah
Girl, I promise I don’t mean no disrespect, no, no, no, nah
I just don’t want this to ever end (Right)
[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
You took longer than I thought you would
Fold under pressure, shit, of course you would
Hope that nigga fuck you when he caught you good
Flyest of fly, she came with longitude and latitude
Pouting mean she wanting sexy nasty ass attitude
How you let me taste it than you take it back?
Something to remember
Turning me into an addict
You’re an Indian giver
Baby hairs, a baby face, a trace of some Indian in her
Plus she pull out front the hood in one my hoodies I ain’t give her Sexy
You say I’m messy, you don’t fuck with nothing messy
Taking picture in my ice, you Wayne Gretzky
Only do what you let me
Send money so the nails done freshly
Ain’t worried 'bout impressing me what impress me
But then you get to talking, I hate when you get snappy
Like bitches ain’t fucking with me, niggas, they can’t have me
I was tryna get a carry out 'em
Was what it was, I ain’t care about 'em
They ain’t on your level, why you worry 'bout em?
Gang
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