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Throw it all, yeah-yeah
They ain't even really gotta know about us, so
I just hopped off that FaceTime with Teyana
I just hopped off the FaceTime with Teyana
Ooh, you a fine little mama
Only go hard when I want it
And I'm on my grind, little mama
I don't got the time, little mama
You know that you mine, little mama
But I'ma cosign, little mama
Shawty, all I'm tryna say
I'd be lyin' if I say I didn't want you
Do it for the 'Gram and it's all you
Shawty, all I'm tryna say
You know I will fu- you, oh-oh
Shawty, all I'm tryna say
Dreams of fuckin' me an RnB bitch, B bitch
Singin' all them notes and showin' cleavage, cleavage, yeah
You know I got it for you, girl
You know you're just the type I like
T.T., you that RnB bitch
Fuck all of this talkin', let's get with it
All I'm tryna say is that you got it and I peeped it
And this shit on my mind and I cannot keep it a secret
So you just know
I'm focused, I'm focused
You know I'm focused
I noticed, you noticed
I know you noticed, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just hopped off the FaceTime with Teyana
Damn, you a fly little mama
I'll fly my ass out to Harlem
Just to come fuck with you, mama
Fly you right back out Miami
No, y'all just don't understand me
No, y'all just don't understand me
I'm peepin' all of your pictures
I'm peepin' all of your figure
I see it all in your mixture
You got it, all the shit I like
I can't ignore it, yeah
I remember we was talkin' on the FaceTime
You was tellin' me the shit that you was doin'
And I swear, girl, I was on the same vibe
Oh, you workin' on the album up north
Well, I'm tryna come through on it
Tell you what to do on it