Lyrics

Days on days I miss it Got me thinking bout the past Making plays on plays I'm Pippin Got me drinking out the glass I get chips like lays I'm gifted Baby Please don't make me ask Giril I'm craving got me twisted On my way to get your ass Look I'm finna slide I'm more invested to what's up inside you Fuck all the obstacles girl Shawty I'm hot like jelapeno Fuck you ain't gotta go Rather you drop it Look I'm tryna heal what the past never mended I got a thing for your ass no pretending Shawty got class like some water with lemon Im kidding But speaking of kittens I eat it for dinner It's true I had a bitch but I left her for you Rather you split then you tell me the truth Hadda go get it run it like fitness kill it no witness The boy getting loose Tell me your problems I'm fixing em baby Rock you to bed like my arms been a cradle We ain't gotta do too much Aye I just wanna feel your love Old attractions fading it's my fault you dubbed those guys And you So attractive baby got a hold on me no lie Girl just tell me if I'm lacking don't want you to pick a side What's the point of being wavy if we on two different tides Yea My soul been attached I believe it's a bond Hoes push em back got me stiffing my arm Baby you hot you just broke the thermometer Sweating my palms and you rang the alarm Girl what's the problem I keep the solution Know it's surreal but it ain't an illusion I wanna call but I won't be a nuisance Just gimme the word and I promise I promise I'll do it I dont wanna press my luck But I gotta take that chance Think i gotta roll my runtz I don't really do romance But I think you know wassup I ain't gotta play my hand Save you up I get it Got my craving for your kisses Baby Days on days I miss it Got me thinking bout the past Making plays on plays I'm pippin Got me drinking out the glass I get chips like lays I'm gifted Baby Please don't make me ask Giril I'm craving got me twisted On my way to get yo ass Days on days I miss it Got me thinking bout the past Making plays on plays I'm pippin Got me drinking out the glass I get chips like lays I'm gifted Baby Please don't make me ask Giril I'm craving got me twisted On my way to get yo ass
Writer(s): Alphonzo Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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