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Roy Covington
Roy Covington
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Eziekiel Titus
Eziekiel Titus
Songwriter
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CovNasty x Gam3Time
CovNasty x Gam3Time
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Take this shot with me Tequila makes me freaky What you doing later Can you just leave with me You aint gotta exit my place first thing in the morning I live by myself but with us it wont be boring, oh My bad I ain't even see that nigga you was with I can't lie I really thought that he was just your friend If he's the only one for you Why don't you just turn me away Listen, If he's the only one for you Why am i still sitting here in your face I know why I'm here You know why I'm here So let's keep it clear You want options You need options You want options You need options If that is your man Tell me what is the plan You know I'm not just a one night stand Stop playin' You like options You want options Yo You be telling me that you be feeling this nigga When I'm more than you can handle look at this figure And I be making figures Holy Grail like Jigga Not Trey Songz but staying ready by the trigga You must got me fucked up Let me refill my cup Cause I'm looking at you pressed like a push-up Now what's up just my luck Got more options than a pot luck Being choosy, this aint no movie Cutains is closed shut, uhn So stop playin with it You know I'm feeling you I know you like to have your cake and eat it too baby But I'm not acting crazy You talking 'bout I'm shady But everytime you throw the ball I catch it, Tom Brady Now why you worried 'bout him When I'm the creme de la creme If you the black coffee, I'm the sugar He's just the skim You wasn't talking 'bout this when we at the Holiday Inn Avatar in them sheets while we air bending Turn you over licking all on your spine Said, "Who's is it baby?" And you said it was mine One of a kind Out of state and out of mind When you get on top, grab the headboard legs intertwined, uhn Make you sweat in the fourth quarter, nothing but net Rubbing every curve on my body, no corset 'Til you shoot them bullets on my body russian roullette Know it feels good, baby, Imma make you forget If he's the only one for you Why don't you just turn me away If he's the only one for you Why am i still sitting here in your face Yo, who is that, th-that Every time he get close He look back, b-back You want options You need options You want options You need options Uhn, I'm just tryna see what we got here But if you do got options Baby, make it clear You like options You want options You can come home with me if you want (W-want) Sign this NDA, turn off your phone (Ph-phone) I know you feeling me I turn you on (O-on) You gotta leave until the morn You want options You need options You want options You need options Oh It's CovNasty... And Gam3Time nigga... You know your sexy ass gotta choose between him and me, right?
Writer(s): Roy Alexander Iii Covington, Eziekiel Titus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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