Lyrics Confessions Interlude (Part 2) - August Alsina

Confessions Interlude (Part 2)

She don’t need my permission, born in 1988
My new addition, singing,?
can you stand the rain
I need somebody who can stand by me
Hold up, shut up, who the fuck am I kidding?
That’s that D’usse talking,
hold up come back I’m just singing
This can’t, work go figure
First girl I met that ain’t a gold digger, can I love a stripper?
Can I bring you round my niggas?
Sean, Chris, Pusha, my niggas
Will I have to defend you?
To be continued
Maybe all I need is you and I’ll be okay
It’s something about your spirit, that seems around the way
My mother fucking confession
My mother fucking confession
Oh what would it take to make you happy?
Don’t hesitate to let me know
Tell me what are you looking for exactly?
Open up your mouth and let a nigga
know
Baby would you tell me please, what I can do to make you smile again
Just say the word and baby I will do whatever it takes for me to brighten your
day, so baby what do you say?
She told me what she wanted what to understand
She on the paper chase and need them rubber bands
Now I’m like, damn girl you should’ve said so, what you think I’m stacking
these 1's for?
Get your ass on that dance floor and watch me make this cash flow cause
Bands make her dance, bands make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I’m just popping bands
Bands make her dance, bands make her dance
These chicks clapping and they ain’t using hands
If all that it takes is spending some cake, then gon' and take your clothes off
don’t need to make me wait
Girl I can keep you dancing all night if you like cause you be working hard
doing everything I like
That’s why I gon' get you right, girl I’m gon' get you right cause your body
looks so nice
And you be telling me tonight I’m gonna dance for you, baby what can I do for
you?
Let me know
She told me what she wanted what to understand
She on the paper chase and need them rubber bands
Now I’m like, damn girl you should’ve said so, what you think I’m stacking
these 1's for?
Get your ass on that dance floor and watch me make this cash flow cause
Bands make her dance, bands make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I’m just popping bands
Bands make her dance, bands make her dance
These chicks clapping and they ain’t using hands
Bands make her dance, bands make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy, I’m just popping bands
Bands make her dance, bands make her dance
These chicks clapping and they ain’t using hands