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Lyricist: Bryson Tiller
Lyrics:
Nah, we just gettin' started It's Slum Tiller, Volume 2 My boy Tylian snapped on this sh- We got this motherf- goin' crazy and we don't even know- Can't see yo' at, peace, n-, you know what time it is Huh I'ma take her bougie - to Rodeo and then let her pick up whatever she want CC, Gucci, hit Bottega, whatever she want She piss me off, somehow she still get whatever she want Talking 'bout her nails, I'm finna nail her - at home Hit it in the shower, made her tell me where she want (huh) Like I'm singin' Mase, I made her tell me what she want (huh, huh) (Huh-huh, huh-huh-huh, wow) She on a power trip again I know p- power got me buyin' sh- again Friends ain't jackin' me, you must be lyin' to your friends They know I'm a beast, I wake the giants up again (huh-huh, huh-huh-huh) Shinin' once again Ran it up, I told lil' mama, 'Slide in my DMs' (huh, uh) Now I'm right back in, oh Locked in Shawty got that dress on, so the block is hot again Thick so when I hit it sound like Flocka adlibs (baow-baow, baow-baow-baow) Got her - again Then she got to trippin' over nothin' yet again Got a n- feelin' like a sucker yet again Close off my emotion, then I rush to let her in Hurry up and let her in (huh) I'ma take her bougie - to Rodeo and then let her pick up whatever she want CC, Gucci, hit Bottega, whatever she want She piss me off, somehow she still get whatever she want Talking 'bout her nails, I'm finna nail her - at home Hit it in the shower, made her tell me where she want (want) Like I'm singin' Mase, I made her tell me what she want (huh-huh, huh-huh, huh-huh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, I) I'm already knowin' (I) She spoiled as a motherf- Whatever Huh, spoil her - again Take her to the dealership, the Porsche, it got a twin, huh Patek got a beam, huh, hold it to the lens Put the ice I bought you on and show it to your friends, huh Shop until we lean, huh Bae, let's make it even (ayy) She don't hold a damn thing, she spicy like Tajin (hot, hot, hot, hot, hot) Ha, yeah, she spicy like Tajin, ayy, look, bae, don't make no sense I'm finna take her bougie - to Rodeo and then let her pick up whatever she want CC, Gucci, hit Bottega, whatever she want She piss me off, somehow she still get whatever she want (uh-huh) Talking 'bout her nails, I'm finna nail her - at home Hit it in the shower, made her tell me where she want (huh) Like I'm singin' Mase, I made her tell me what she want (huh-huh, huh-huh, huh-huh)
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