$ex Appeal Lyrics by Baby Keem
(Feat. Too $hort)
I’m in the mood (I’m in the mood), we in Miami (We in Miami)
I met a freak (I met a freak) from Cincinnati
She’s 5’4″, Margiela Tabis
Under the hood (Under the hood), she got no ***
Her body smooth (Her body smooth), I know she want me
Party animal, I’m in the moment and I’m irrational
Spur of the moment, she get magical
Too much *** appeal
Too much *** appeal
Too much *** appeal
Too much *** appeal
Too much *** appeal
Too much *** appeal
I want you, can’t you tell?
Too much *** appeal
Tell me— (Yeah)
Love the way you talk, you drop that amazing
First name basis, call me, “Baby”
It’s some *** here that might need saving
It’s some niggas here blowin’ all they savings
Won’t you just cancel the morning?
You gone and I’m on it, whenever you want it
Swap it to the side, missionary get boring
When I’m with this ***, I feel every endorphin
She got *** appeal
‘Cause she only like *** and pills
Late night, come chill, babe
Reason why I can’t sit still, babe
She got *** appeal
‘Cause she only like *** and pills
Late night, come chill, babe
Reason why I can’t sit still, babe (On God)
It’s Too $hort, I be out here winning with the gang
Had that lil’ church girl sinning
You never hearin’ it back from me
When she jumped off the porch, it had to be a real P
All in here ear
You a lucky ass *** if you end up here with me (***)
‘Cause I don’t waste no time
All these hoes out here wish they was mine, but *** them
I don’t want nothin’
I’m tryna see where this new *** come from
I heard about her when she first touched down
New bad lil’ *** in the town (***)
Lookin’ like she know how to get it
Make a square *** wanna hit it (On God)
I’m fallin’ in love with these women
But they fallin’ in love with this pimpin’
Too much *** appeal
Too much *** appeal
Too much *** appeal
Too much *** appeal
Too much *** appeal
Too much *** appeal
I want you, can’t you tell?
Too much *** appeal
Tell me— (Yeah)