Letras
(Baby, you light up my world like nobody else)
(The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed)
(The way you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell)
(You don't know, You don't know your beautiful)
Been on my grind, yeah, I've been working
I ain't no thug, no, I'm suburban
Chasing a bag, but not a burkin
Just want some love, keep me from hurting
That magic staff, girl, to you is more than just a weapon
It's a message, I'll treat you right
No, I won't get aggressive
Just give me your father's blessing
The way that you glow, you don't even know
Why is you so tweaking, you ain't gotta go
Your flow is so perfect, you don't even know
I be chasing that bag like, go, go, go
Keeping it going, on my flow, flow, flow
She dropping that bomb like, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like, how does she do that? I don't know
(You don't know, You don't know your beautiful)
Whoa, let me just run it back
Throwing a dime like a quarterback
Running up bands like a running back
No, I'm not done with that
Get it Lit three with a Santa bag
Just missed a turn, but I know there ain't a turning back
Ride around town in a striked ahh Hellcat
Girl you look good, but I know you can't help that
I see you in pain and girl, I feel that
I just be running it solo
Don't take handouts or donos
Ask me if I'm okay, I don't know
I'm a G like I'm Polo
You be calling out to me like Marco Polo
Yeah, I get higher than the stars
Like Chewy and Han Solo
I be moving like Harrison Ford
I'm the best across the board
Yeah, you know I hit that chord
I'm your dog, don't call me sport
In my side, I feel a thorn
I look fine, but I'm torn
I might crash out, you've been warned
(You don't know, You don't know your beautiful)
Been on my grind, yeah, I've been working
I ain't no thug, no, I'm suburban