Lyrics

Get on top and take over control Bitch just come to me, he'll never know I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone I'm just tryna help you take it slow Get on top and take over control Bitch just come to me, he'll never know I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone I'm just tryna help you take it, ta-take it, take it Slow, I'll be there in a minute Every ounce of innocence I lost to be lieutenant Of the energy I'm spendin' Fightin' off desire for these bitches Just like witches Often sendin' wicked images (Could you) be, oh so sweet, oh so bad Downright villainous Grab the apple off the tree of knowledge, started peelin' it Keep her true intentions and her feelings un-revealed in this Spider web affliction, stickin' tight like my addictions Or constriction but she venomous Evil like insidious Claws in my back show the tax of these privileges She took another shot, rolled a blunt, and popped a pill And told me, baby you should know, I'm just tryna take it slow Get on top and take over control Bitch just come to me, he'll never know I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone I'm just tryna help you take it slow Let me hit it from the back Back it up now I need it right now It's boutta go down I'll be there in a minute So please don't hit my phone I'm just tryna help you take it slow Boutta hit 'em with the heat Motherfucker gotta eat Where tha bread, where tha beef DOK never hit no peaks Mama never loved us Daddy never hugged us Skinny as fuck Mentally fucked up I don't do too much, I don't show off like I could You might see too much, you might get more than I would Can't accept myself, cant accept love like I should But I don't need no help I don't need no help I'm good Get on top and take over control Bitch just come to me, he'll never know I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone I'm just tryna help you take it slow Let me hit it from the back Back it up now I need it right now It's boutta go down I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone I'm just tryna help you take it slow Tell you step up like you need your rep up Get you set up then she get you wet up They say life is a bitch, she's a test bruh They say life goes by fast, so I guess that death is slow
Writer(s): Staig Aron Flynn, Adam Lee Ramey, William Edward Iii Lauderdale, Francisco Guzman, Trevor Luke Norgren, Robert Nathaniel Sebastian, Tremayn Benjamin Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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