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Tired of bein' friends
Thinkin' 'bout your body, baby, right in my hands (yeah)
Your eyes speak the words your lips don't know (yeah)
Then give me your lips to me then close them, woah (uh, yeah)
Yeah
Everything, everything, I want it all (I want it all)
Fuck these lil' niggas, they be too soft (yeah)
Pour it up, pour it all up in a cup (yeah)
Up, now these niggas sayin', "What about us?"
What about us?
Yeah, she love that pole, but you can't touch (oh)
She take my soul, yeah, she my lil' crush (she my lil' crush)
Shawty, let me take your soul, yeah
It feel like lovin', do you feel it? Yeah (do you feel it? Yeah)
Do you feel it? Yeah
Know I had to tell them fuck-niggas, "Good riddance," huh
I've been in my bag, young nigga gettin' more money, more chicken, yeah
Slap the bitch on the ass, she go like, "Oops," she know I'm a menace, yeah
I see you bene smokin' pounds, bitch, you need to go see your child
Can't even blame you, I was down bad, I couldn't even pay my bills
Dropped out of school, I was like, "Fuck that, I'm tryna make a mill'"
Fifty mil', I'm cool, you ain't gon' hear about me, I'ma disappear
Everything, everything, I want it all (I want it all)
Fuck these lil' niggas, they be too soft (yeah)
Pour it up, pour it all up in a cup (yeah)
Up, now these niggas sayin', "What about us?" (Oh)
What about us?
Yeah, she love that pole, but you can't touch (yeah, yeah)
She take my soul, yeah, she my lil' crush (yeah, yeah)
Shawty, let me take your soul, yeah
It feel like lovin', do you feel it? Yeah (yeah)
Do you feel it? Yeah (yeah)
Yeah
Do you-, do you feel it? Yeah
Mm, uh, yeah
Tired of bein' friends
Thinkin' 'bout your-, thinkin' 'bout your-, right in my hands
Your eyes speak the-, eyes speak the-, lips don't know
Then give me your lips-, lips to me then-, woah