You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy(Banbwoi)WoahI got feelings for youHope you ain't lovin' the crewHow many bodies you got?Pray it ain't more than a fewKnow that you dealt with some lamesWhen you was young and in schoolHe had to pop your cherryBut I got it wet like a poolShe got a new G-Wag'She wanna hit Highlight Room and show it offGot a new body, girl, show it offThis a Brazilian, I know it's softToned up and she got a six-packLook like she used to play volleyballAmerican Express, you can have it allCode to the safe, you can have it allFuck your main page, what's your Finsta?I wanna know the real youYou started dancin'to pay your tuition, girlI wanna know what you been throughYou want a boutique or you wanna sell hairjust let me know what you intoIf you out in public and he want your numberjust tеll him, "My nigga'll spin you"The way you make me feel thеse daysSomethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girlSmoke a nigga top for you, baby girlBurn somebody block for youThe way you make me feel these daysComin' out my body for you, baby girlWipe him like he snotty for you, baby girlComin' out my body for youDamn, just turned on the newsand seen that menwho never got pussy in schoolAre makin' laws about what women can doI gotta protect ya, I'm a made mantied in, all the way, babySo I gotta respect yaNiggas put hands on you in the pastinsecure because your body is pressureFour words when I think about themis crusty, musty, dusty, rustyEight words when I thinkabout us is fuck mefuck me, fuck me, fuck meDisrespect yaand I'll smack 'emThe texts that you send in captionsThe videos we got ever leakwe goin' viral or goin' platinumDon't worry 'bout your friend'sstory when I had her aloneShe gon' try and put some extras on ittake you out of your zoneYou know how it goeswhen they can't get a reservation up in CarboneThey gon' tell you it's a chill nighttell you how they'd rather stay home, yeahJealous-ass hoes, yeahAnd I know what I said 'bout bein' in VogueBut just like that R&B group from the '90sGirl, one call, I'll get you in VogueOne call, you in runway showsOne call, I'm sittin' front rowOne wrong call from your ex niggasayin' dumb shit'll get him sent homeOne call and my niggas ten toesDown to go wherever I say goEven if we gotta travel 'cross the globeDown to take you to the end of the road, for realThe way you make me feel these daysSomethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girlSmoke a nigga top for you, baby girlBurn somebody block for youThe way you make me feel these daysComin' out my body for you, baby girlWipe him like he snotty for you, baby girlComin' out my body for youWant ya, I want-want yaOh, your lovin' so deep (Feelin' so deep)Want ya, I want-want yaGive me your lovin' (Feelin' so deep)
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You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy
(Banbwoi)
Woah
I got feelings for you
Hope you ain't lovin' the crew
How many bodies you got?
Pray it ain't more than a few
Know that you dealt with some lames
When you was young and in school
He had to pop your cherry
But I got it wet like a pool
She got a new G-Wag'
She wanna hit Highlight Room and show it off
Got a new body, girl, show it off
This a Brazilian, I know it's soft
Toned up and she got a six-pack
Look like she used to play volleyball
American Express, you can have it all
Code to the safe, you can have it all
Fuck your main page, what's your Finsta?
I wanna know the real you
You started dancin'
to pay your tuition, girl
I wanna know what you been through
You want a boutique or you wanna sell hair
just let me know what you into
If you out in public and he want your number
just tеll him, "My nigga'll spin you"
The way you make me feel thеse days
Somethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girl
Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl
Burn somebody block for you
The way you make me feel these days
Comin' out my body for you, baby girl
Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl
Comin' out my body for you
Damn, just turned on the news
and seen that men
who never got pussy in school
Are makin' laws about what women can do
I gotta protect ya, I'm a made man
tied in, all the way, baby
So I gotta respect ya
Niggas put hands on you in the past
insecure because your body is pressure
Four words when I think about them
is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty
Eight words when I think
about us is fuck me
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
Disrespect ya
and I'll smack 'em
The texts that you send in captions
The videos we got ever leak
we goin' viral or goin' platinum
Don't worry 'bout your friend's
story when I had her alone
She gon' try and put some extras on it
take you out of your zone
You know how it goes
when they can't get a reservation up in Carbone
They gon' tell you it's a chill night
tell you how they'd rather stay home, yeah
Jealous-ass hoes, yeah
And I know what I said 'bout bein' in Vogue
But just like that R&B group from the '90s
Girl, one call, I'll get you in Vogue
One call, you in runway shows
One call, I'm sittin' front row
One wrong call from your ex nigga
sayin' dumb shit'll get him sent home
One call and my niggas ten toes
Down to go wherever I say go
Even if we gotta travel 'cross the globe
Down to take you to the end of the road, for real
The way you make me feel these days
Somethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girl
Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl
Burn somebody block for you
The way you make me feel these days
Comin' out my body for you, baby girl
Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl
Comin' out my body for you
Want ya, I want-want ya
Oh, your lovin' so deep (Feelin' so deep)
Want ya, I want-want ya
Give me your lovin' (Feelin' so deep)
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