
I Wanna Be With You Aasim
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[Intro: Aasim]
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[Verse 1: Aasim]
Sixties pinup, cinnamon tone lick up
Physically fit stomach got about a thousand sit-ups
In a rap race, she finishes first, college degree style
Meanwhile, I'm never spittin' game, I just freestyle
Talk a lil' nasty to you, I don't mean to be foul
But you could see how a nigga could fiend to cut your tree down
I beg your pardon, honestly I got this two bedroom apartment
And I ain't chasin' you runnin', I think I'm better joggin'
Define me by my slick demeanor, not my empty wallet
We could be rich together, I could be a Bentley pilot
But for now, let's talk abut your job, where you livin'?
Fill in the blanks, I got a bar for us where I be chillin'
Dinner is cool, shoot some pool to some '80s music
Prince versus Mike Jack, you know the '80s do it
My mind scatters, stomach flutters with butterflies
Heart beatin' like a sledgehammer, you got them summer eyes
Light green, your birthstone, color, earth tone
Fucked up when you said, "Hi," thought about your first moan, damn
[Verse 2: Anthony Hamilton]
You're 'bout the flyest thang
That life could ever bring
Like fresh air to me
The blood I bleed sent to me
And I want, wanna build with you
Uh
Check it out now
[Verse 1: Aasim]
Sixties pinup, cinnamon tone lick up
Physically fit stomach got about a thousand sit-ups
In a rap race, she finishes first, college degree style
Meanwhile, I'm never spittin' game, I just freestyle
Talk a lil' nasty to you, I don't mean to be foul
But you could see how a nigga could fiend to cut your tree down
I beg your pardon, honestly I got this two bedroom apartment
And I ain't chasin' you runnin', I think I'm better joggin'
Define me by my slick demeanor, not my empty wallet
We could be rich together, I could be a Bentley pilot
But for now, let's talk abut your job, where you livin'?
Fill in the blanks, I got a bar for us where I be chillin'
Dinner is cool, shoot some pool to some '80s music
Prince versus Mike Jack, you know the '80s do it
My mind scatters, stomach flutters with butterflies
Heart beatin' like a sledgehammer, you got them summer eyes
Light green, your birthstone, color, earth tone
Fucked up when you said, "Hi," thought about your first moan, damn
[Verse 2: Anthony Hamilton]
You're 'bout the flyest thang
That life could ever bring
Like fresh air to me
The blood I bleed sent to me
And I want, wanna build with you
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