Let Her Go Don Toliver (Ft. James Blake)

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]
Don't I make you feel special?
I think you're gettin' loose when you're near
I think I'm really here for once
I'm hopin' I am what you seek

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
And you know I let her go (Shawty come here, talk to me)
And you know I let her go (Bought her a bag and a Prada tee, yeah)
And you know I let her go (Eatin' that pussy on obsolete)
And you know I let her go (Shawty come here, come talk to me, huh)

[Verse: Don Toliver]
Come talk to me, huh (Yeah)
Come sign the re-up (Ooh)
Drivin' the coupe with the, uh (Uh)
Finna gon' T up (T up)
I ain't takin' trip back homе (Uh-huh)
Lil' shawty wanna eat up and meet up (Meet up)
Side by side, my feet up (Yеah)
Young nigga finna kick his feet up (Ah)
Talk down on 'em, the wrong one
Boy, you only call when you want somethin'
I'm tired of lurkin', I'm tired of talkin', I'm firin' at your homeboy (Yeah)
Young nigga on one (Yeah), young nigga won (Yeah-yeah)
Young nigga on one (Yeah-yeah, young)