Lyrics

The message Baby do not get the message Baby do not get the message I'm not the one who gon' stress ya I was the one just to test ya Playin' around just to test ya Thought you the one who connect 'em I know she love me forever She on her knees like I'm giving her blessing Don't know who said they the one But I am the one Who gon' come to the rescue All on my body, we wrestling Fucking on her, it's affection I love the way that she dressing She asked me do I need a stylist I said "Baby girl you wildin!" Do I look like I need a stylist? I put this shit on and put pride in it Girl you need to get up on yo knowledge She told me that she went to college for it She ain't hating just like how I'm stylin' She putting me up in a trance Convince me to take her somewhere on a island I fell in love with the way that she dance It got me feeling like I'm on a lil molly Baby excuse my hands I can't seem to keep 'em off of your body It's a chemical romance She got her a man and shit look lil' toxic Potato on top of the barrel Get dropped like it's hot You stopping and staring You got beef or not? I really don't care if you like me or not You gon' get embarrassed you talking too much I really ain't sparing no more boy I'm striking 'em out like I'm Bowling three holes in your top And when I fuck her she do not need pheromones I do not smell anything when she nut I do not fear anyone I don't trust anyone so I always go in with my gut I had my back right up against the wall I gave her my heart but it wasn't enough Lord forgive me, I pray for us all She said she love me, how could she be wrong? She was just double-crossing all along I'm by myself but I'm never alone I put Givenchy inside my cologne I put some Louis V in my cologne I put a opp right inside of my blunt I put a opp right inside of my song Inside of a gun, I put them bullets inside of your dome Inside of my lungs I take a opp right to the dome The message Baby do not get the message Baby do not get the message I'm not the one who gon' stress ya I was the one just to test ya Playin' around just to test ya Thought you the one who Connect 'em I know she love me for real She on her knees like I'm giving her blessing Don't know who said they the one But I am the one Who gon' come to the rescue All on my body, we wrestling Fucking on her, it's affection I love the way that she dressing
Writer(s): Troy Vashon Donte Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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