(Never wanna never tell you a lie) Yeah, Pluto (It's gonna wake you up fast and tell you bye) (Can't nobody love you like I do) (Can't nobody love you like I do) I'm just Puttin' things in its proper perspective The way I look at you niggas Make it easy for me to cook up you niggas I was a crook before you niggas Even got in the picture
You think it vanished away and erased out my system You think I'm 'posed to look at you hoes like my sisters You fucked my bro behind my back and I wasn't trippin' Can't be in my feelings when you don't get my vision Spendin' chicken on pigeons, somethin' gettin ridiculous The streets malicious, but I know I got better wishes Cross examinin' my kindness, royal highness Put the work in, go berserk-y, it's perfect timin'
(Never wanna never tell you a lie) (It's gonna wake you up fast and tell you bye) Fancy bitch wanna ride in the double-R That liquor bring out who you is, who you are I go off and tell her beat it Yeah I go off and tell her beat it Beat it, uh
That liquor bring out who you is, who you really are Eatin' Waffle House diners, requestin' caviar She get so drunk, her vagina taste like Clase Azul I almost kept it copastetic and turned into a star I took her bowlin' on the tours, because the block was hot We did some shrooms She did some whippets with a few of the vibes She see the twilight on my stones, it's fuckin' with her eye I'm gone, but I'm in my right mind Back on the flip-phone, knew not to discuss the business Lil' dog came home, he did it without a witness She can't pop out whenever she want, she need permission Gotta be exquisite to be part of my religion Ride and stay committed
(Never wanna never tell you a lie) Or beat it (It's gonna wake you up fast and tell you bye) Fancy bitch wanna ride in the double-R That liquor bring out who you is, who you are I go off and tell her beat it Yeah I go off and tell her beat it Beat it, uh
You believe in love, girl, forgive me for my sins Make your heart stop if I give you too much attention Too much star power turn a lover to an enemy Went to sleep, the sun was out, now it's dark again Told that bitch kick rocks 'Cause she don't know how to chill This don't mean nothin' to me, not even more than a pill My fingers is filthy from countin' these dirty bills I'm king of the mountain, the crib worth a hundred mil' Bitch, it ain't no Uber service inside the field Sneakin' on the low, girl, I forgive She can't pop out whenever she want, she need permission Gotta be exquisite to be part of my religion Ride and stay committed Or beat it
Fancy bitch wanna ride in the double-R That liquor bring out who you is, who you are I go off and tell her beat it Yeah I go off and tell her beat it Beat it, uh
Compositores: Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Leland Tyler Wayne, Mike G. Dean, Robert John Richardson ECAD: Obra #43924823