I wanna pop out, in vain
Show up drippin' down, like rain
Said you trynna pop
Champagne
Slowly turn the lights out
Bae
Miss me with that misdemeanor
Tell me pipe down, cuff me
Please don't
Pull out
You know I'm steady waiting
Now I'm craving
Give it up
It took a hot
Minute to get this ready yeah
So, take me
Further than we both ever could go
I might be a brat but
You should know
It's been feeling heavy like the flow
Cuz you know I don't have to be a nightmare
Days of our lives, like an episode
I'm mesmerized by the way we roll
Trynna split tithes
I can't let that roll
Tight like zip ties
Let's zip to Tokyo
I
Might
Love that nigga
Then
Curve that nigga
Cuz, I
Might
Be
Done wit it
I'm done wit it
With you we be on house arrest
(Like armageddon)
I bet not sense no hoes i bet
(Bring armageddon)
Them bitches just ain't passionate
I'm passionate
Them bitches don't know fashion yet
I'm fashion
Cuz' you know I don't have to be a nightmare