You Lola Brooke (Ft. Bryson Tiller)

[Intro: Bryson Tiller & Lola Brooke]
Tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
Yeah, Tiller, woah
And Young Lola, controller, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won't you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober
True, know I see you come over (You know I see you over there, there, there?)
Uh-uh, uh-uh

[Verse 1: Lola Brooke & Bryson Tiller]
I'm a badass Brooklyn brown skin bitch (Brown skin bitch)
And I love a hood nigga with some toxic dick (Hey, baby)
Nothing but some socks, beef and brocs in it (Woah)
Have me walking all crooked in my Crocs and shit (Brr)
Bitch, I go Taraji for my baby boy (For my baby boy)
Ride it like a Kawasaki, that's his favorite toy (Favorite toy)
I'ma swipe his EBT like a Amex (Uh)
Give it to him raw (Uh), no drawers, no latex (Uh, uh)
Yeah, I got him butt naked for me waitin' at home (Waitin' at home)
Bitch, your pussy ain't hittin' if he takin' too long (If he takin' too long)
Told him, "Put my name on it" (Yeah), yeah, I'm makin' him moan
Smellin' Lola Brooke, that's his favorite cologne

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Ha, huh, I'm yours for the summer
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (Yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah