*** Lyrics by Fivio Foreign (feat. Lil Tjay & Tory Lanez)
Mhm, look
I slide into your body (Mhm), I see your body changin’ (Body)
I don’t talk, I’m a gangster, I know body language (Huh)
I know I’m your favorite (Huh, yeah)
I know you know you’re bad but, ***, I gotta say it, yeah
You get dressed and do your modelin’, get your titts out, followin’
And your ass lookin’ mhm, can you put it to the side again?
When I called you “***”, I was moderate (Huh)
She got an ex, but *** that ***, we both tired of him
Huh (Huh), hah, you’re *** (***)
Yeah, take you back to Brooklyn if you let me (Huh)
Yeah, I just wanna *** you ’cause you *** (Huh)
Somebody that can wake up lookin’ *** (Huh)
Someone I can see in magazine, someone I can really call a queen
Someone that can stumble with my dream, huh, yeah
Someone I can put up on my team, someone I can really blow a bag for
No more Fashion Nova, no more Shein (No more Fashion Nova, no more Shein)
Yeah, someone that can always go on dates, someone that can really conversate
Someone that can compliment a ***, someone that can always fly away
Huh, hah, you’re *** (***)
Yeah, take you back to Brooklyn if you let me (Let me)
Yeah, I just wanna *** you ’cause you *** (***)
Somebody that can wake up lookin’ *** (Mm)
Shorty, only love you to a [?], *** what you’re on, even bout the rack
***, you in that nightly ’cause you that, I could have you out here lookin’ bad (Haha)
Then I put that Richie on your wrist, *** ’bout nothin’ quick to run the cab
Shop for inspiration on your fits, all you wanna do is show your ass (Ass)
Ain’t no way, no youngin’ ***’ with me (Me), once you try, straight away you crash
Straight away you crash, I wish I could lay it with that ass
Reminiscin’ when you had the daddy, back shots, sass, and see the *** (Oh)
She don’t call me “TJ”, she say, “Daddy” (Yeah), cheat her while I understand the task
*** (Oh-oh)
I think it was better, we was besties
(***)
(Love these ***, get me how you get me)
Huh (Huh), hah, you’re *** (***)
Yeah, take you back to Brooklyn if you let me (Screw that)
Yeah, I just wanna *** you ’cause you *** (Ooh, ***)
Somebody that can wake up lookin’ *** (Screw that)
Brooklyn girl, Harlem girls, Queensbridge, all the way to the [?] (***)
*** girl, Staten Island, Long Island (Ooh), got them all wildin’ (***)
As a matter of fact, I was the one who said, “I loved you for sure”
Was about two years ago in the club like who you saw (***)
We was sittin’ alone in the bar like, “What you want?” (You want)
I wanna take this to a [?] and all your friends
They knew the way I felt about you, they know I had it for you
Like the Yankee, fit in, I’ll be batting for you
Took her home and I had to do it
She ***, yeah, yeah, well, well
Girl, I’m a baller, I wanna lay up
Huh (Huh), hah, you’re *** (Huh)
Yeah, take you back to Brooklyn if you let me (Huh)
Yeah, I just wanna *** you ’cause you *** (Huh)
Yeah, somebody that can wake up lookin’ *** (Huh)