| Gyal don’t ask me no questions
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| Cuh' you give the impression
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| That you wasting time
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| But your eyes tell me different
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| Yeah, your eyes tell me different yeah
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| Yeah when you stepped in
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| You like a blessing
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| All the fire got 'em sweating
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| Gyal you lit up the settings
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| Oh the way you teasing, without you meaning
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| Got them catching feelings, gyal you undefeated
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| Like a Gucci demon, shoes in season
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| Mandem fiending, you the reason… mmm yeah yeahhh
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| Gyal you know, you wanna spend the night
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| Baby gon' turn it to the side… mmm yeah yeah
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| We can hit my crib up if you’d like
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| Or I’ll hit it in the whip and travel light… mmm yeah yeah
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| We can even cruise up in the ride
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| You can be my Bonnie I’m your Clyde… mmm yeah yeah
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| Either way I’m gonna' do you right baby
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| Don’t be stressing making up your mind… mmm yeah yeah
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| Baby we can take a load off
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| You can open up and show me what you hold of
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| Girl whatevers on your mind, you decide
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| Baby how you looking all designer with your clothes off yeah
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| Yeah you work it like it’s Prada baby (yeah)
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| Yeah you flexing what your mother gave you (yeah)
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| You ain’t gotta' try no harder baby
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| Lord have mercy you ain’t trying
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| But the way you teasing, without you meaning
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| Got them catching feelings, gyal you undefeated
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| Like a Gucci demon, shoes in season
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| Mandem fiending, you the reason… mmm yeah yeahhh
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| Gyal you know, you wanna spend the night
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| Baby gon' turn it to the side… mmm yeah yeah
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| We can hit my crib up if you like
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| Or I’ll hit it in the whip and travel light… mmm yeah yeah
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| We can even cruise up in the ride
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| You can be my Bonnie I’m your Clyde… mmm yeah yeah
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| Either way I’m gonna' do you right baby
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| Don’t be stressing making up your mind… mmm yeah yeah
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| We don’t have to waste no time, gyal I see it from your eyes
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| You a demon in disguise gyal and I’m on to you
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| And I don’t mind if I have to pay the price
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| Why else would I be tryna get alone with you?
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| Gyal you needy, the Gucci, Givenchy
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| Yeah you Boujee, you killing them softly
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| Like a dance with the devil you got me
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| Don’t care what it costs me… mmm yeah yeah
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| Gyal you know, you wanna spend the night
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| Baby gon' turn it to the side… mmm yeah yeah
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| We can hit my crib up if you like
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| Or I’ll hit it in the whip and travel light… mmm yeah yeah
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| We can even cruise up in the ride
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| You can be my Bonnie I’m your Clyde… mmm yeah yeah
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| Either way I’m gonna' do you right baby
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| Don’t be stressing making up your mind… mmm yeah yeah |