Tell Me (So, Won′t You Tell Me?), What You
Want Me To Do 'Cause Baby, I′m Waiting For
Your Love, And– Tell Me (So, Won't You Tell
Me?), What You Want Me To Do 'Cause Baby,
I′m Waiting For Your Love, And– Your Girl
Is My Bitch, She Stay On My Hip Stick
To Me Like Glue (Stick To Me Like Glue)
We Fuck To The SZA, She Love When It′s
In Her She Not Gonna Snooze (Not Gonna Snooze)
I'm Cummin′ Too Fast, I'm On A Half Tab
That′s Not An Excuse (Not An Excuse) Don't Care
′bout Your Feelings, Get Bucks Like I'm Lillard Then
Blow It On You (Blow It On You) She
Throwin' A Fit And Throwin′ It Back You Fuck
With Me Once, You Comin′ Right Back Just Like
My Shows, You Gеttin' A Pass Who Is Your
Ex? I′ll Give Him A Dap Not Threatеned By
Shit 'cause I′m Killin' This Shit The Head Too
Good, That Ass Get A Smack My Shawty My
Demon And Angel She Worried ′bout Angles, I'm Worried
'bout Racks Huh, Huh, Huh, She Cryin′ In Clubs,
She Sheddin′ Them Tears Huh, Huh, Huh, She Not
A White Boy, She Don't Do The Beer Huh,
Huh, Huh, I′m Hittin' It Raw, But We In
The Clear Huh, Huh, Huh, I Take You To
Louis, He Take You To Sears She Lives In
My Lap, She Lookin′ For Blessings The Top Too
Good, It's Anti-depressing I Hit It Whenever, That′s Side-nigga
Heaven She Don't Care Who's Who Now Her Ex
Mad, Boo-hoo Fuck Around With You Merci Beaucoup
Tell Me (So, Won′t You Tell Me?), What You
Want Me To Do ′Cause Baby, I'm Waiting For
Your Love, And– (Baby) We Go Back Like
Some Neck Braids I′m Stickin' To Your Scalp, I
Stay Trim Like Side Fades (Uh) Addicted To Digging
You Deep, It Escalate Then I Excavate (Dig It)
Been Fuckin′ For Fifty-six Nights Just Like That Future
And ESCO Tape (Oh) I Told Her To Turn
Off The Lights, But Not Once Did I Dim
My Glow Been Puttin' You On This Fly Shit,
Word To Miyagi, She A Dem A Goat This
Issey Ain′t No Question, So I'm Callin' It Any
Miyake Mexico, Gettin′ My Chips, I Like To Dip
All My Takis In Guacy Toxic Environment When I
Pour More Than Them Shots That You Copped Me
I Get To Stuntin′ Too Hard And Don't Let
The Blunt Hit Too Hard I′m 'bout To Stand
On A Bar And Deal With The Shade Room
Tomorrow Then Back To Me Duckin′ Off In The
Hills, I Been Raisin' A Dog And From That,
I Learned To Decipher The Tones That Could Belong
To A Bark Sometimes, She Mad ′cause I'm So
Aloof And She Want Me In Involved (She Do)
Sometimes, She Hungry, Sometimes She Jealous, Sometimes, She Wrong
Say Life Is A Bitch, I Guess I Know
More 'bout That Bitch Than I Thought (Uh-uh, Uh-uh)