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But you're the same, yeah (pass that bitch to Guap)
Stranger
It's gettin' cold outside, I might have to cuff up
I thought I wanted her, but that was for summer
I might have to grab that Casa', mix it with the Bumbu, Bumbu
Mix it with the-
I'm a big boy, why she keep on rubbin' on my belly?
I got the peanut butter, mix it with the jelly
And I got some sugar, I might put it in spaghetti
And Brooklyn talkin' 'bout, "The food is fuckin' with my belly"
I said (damn)
I need a platter
I need a platter right now 'cause I'm madder
Got a bad bitch, believe that she been lookin' badder (ah)
She eatin' good, so that booty gettin' fatter
Said I'm like, "Mmm, yep, yes, sir"
And they love the glasses on me, call me clever
I'm a fly young nigga, fuck it up with leather
Fuck it, maybe I can cuff her, but I can't arrest her
Like Mizzy said, it's gettin' cold outside, let me get your number
Let's hold it down 'til the next summer
I ain't playin' with you, shorty, yeah, I'm on your bumper, bumper
Sippin' on that Bumbu
It's gettin' cold outside, I might have to cuff up
I thought I wanted her, but that was for summer
I might have to grab that Casa', mix it with the Bumbu, Bumbu
Mix it with the-
I'm a big boy, why she keep on rubbin' on my belly?
I got the peanut butter, mix it with the jelly
And I got some sugar, I might put it in spaghetti
And now this shit a banger, 'cause he added some of Jenny
What it's like to be with me? I know your bitch might wanna find out
She pocket watchin', so I put her ass on time out
It's been gettin' chilly, let my blanket be a hideout
You not talkin' money, nigga, what the fuck we talkin' bout?
Okay, whatever
Stop all of that yelling, control your temper
I'm outside with the guys, I don't need a lecture
I just need a party like by December
What he says, "It's gettin' cold outside", I might have to fuck her
She found a nigga, know she gonna cuff her
Move that booty up and down like Curry on a jumper (jumper)
Curry on a jump-
Back shots, she got the bull, she like to show out
Pussy so wet, that shit be drippin' when we go out (that shit be wet)
Hermès sandals, walkin' with my toes out
She accusin' me of shit that I don't even fuckin' know about
Baow, baow, baow, I'ma trip out
She know how to make me cum, I swear she got a sick mouth (on God)
She don't care where we at, she tell me whip out
She got a three for me right now, her friend ill out
I'm a big boy, now she keep on rubbin' on my belly
She got on Chrome Hearts, mixed with the Channelly
Gave that bitch my number, now she blowin' up my celly
She can't come to my crib, had to get that bitch a telly
It's getting cold outside, I would never cuff her
Just wanna fuck, I don't even want her
Sippin' rum punch, mixin' with the Bumbu, Bumbu, Bumbu
All it took was one touch
It's gettin' cold outside, I might have to cuff up
I thought I wanted her, but that was for summer
I might have to grab that Casa', mix it with the Bumbu, Bumbu
Mix it with the-
I'm a big boy, why she keep on rubbin' on my belly?
I got the peanut butter, mix it with the jelly
And I got some sugar, I might put it in spaghetti