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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amarr M. Wooten
Songwriter
Christian Frazier
Songwriter
Ella Anderson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Turn me up a lil bit
Uhn
Uhn
Uhn
Yeah
Aye slow it down
Aye she give me
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
I saw a pretty young girl (Ok)
Her name was Lisa Marie
And her switch was pretty heavy
She told me she was carrying
My love
And I could not compare you to these other shawties staring
You feel like an angel from
Above
Check one two one two
Feel like I could never get off without you
She got me feening and starving and I just had me some food
She said come a lil closer I'll show you a better view
She got that fat on that ass
Hypnotize me
Workin that rack
Go exercise me
Servin that bag
Make me some cash
Now she on my bed
Waitin for me to get the rag (Ooo)
It's the weekend
Are you speaking
Are you freaking
Are you gigging
Are you kicking on the late nights on the low
It's the weekend
Are you speaking
Are you freaking
Are you gigging
Are you kicking on the late nights on the low
It's the weekend
Are you speaking
Are you freaking
Are you gigging
Are you kicking on the late nights on the low
It's the weekend
Are you speaking
Are you freaking
Are you gigging
Are you kicking on the late nights on the low
Now some months have passed
Filled with endless laughs
Now she want to get married baby you moving too fast
We can take our time
Should've took that as a sign
That she kind of obsessive
Baby it's only month nine
You know I love you baby
You as fine as can be
But getting married in our twenties
Is so crazy (So crazy)
Don't be mad at me
Baby you know me
I'm that young fly nigga reppin that DC
I rep that East coast
And you know imma boast
She said calm down nigga you always doing the most
Girl what you talking about
Always running your mouth
All this negative energy always keeping me down
Hate that I feel good whenever you not around
All them tears you be crying make me feel like I could drown
She said you joke too much feel like I'm datin a clown
True story that really happened by the way
Wow
It's the weekend
Are we speaking
Are we freaking
Are we gigging
Are we kicking on the late nights on the low
It's the weekend
Are we speaking
Are we freaking
Are we gigging
Are we kicking on the late nights on the low
It's the weekend
Are we speaking
Are we freaking
Are we gigging
Are we kicking on the late nights on the low
It's the weekend
Are we speaking
Are we freaking
Are we gigging
Are we kicking on the late nights on the low
Now why you want to go and do that love huh
Taking shit so serious taking shit farther
Oh so you don't take me serious
Girl do you hear what I'm saying
Your ears must be blown from all my records you playing
You so damn full of yourself
Look at the bigger picture
If you don't clean up your shit Imma find me a different mister
You think I'm worried about a two inch punisher
He'll be broken and gone like some discount furniture
You a lousy nigga (Say what)
And you wasting my time
I got plenty of men on my phone
I know I'm a dime
Girl what make you so different
It's always about you
We laugh
We fuck
And we always argue (Ok)
I'm tired of this shit
Loving you is a chore (Damn)
Us finding new people is something we should explore (damn)
Matter fact this shit familiar
Have I been here before
No shit this shit remind of
Deja Vu
Writer(s): Amarr M. Wooten
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