Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eyes on Me, artist - Dave East. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eyes on Me |
| Yo it’s Ty |
| Ty? |
| Ty who? |
| You don’t know me and all that my nigga but I got your number through somebody |
| my nigga I just want you to know I fuck with you my nigga. |
| You a real nigga my |
| nigga, I just came home, just came home my nigga. |
| I ain’t been home 24 hours my |
| nigga, I just came home. |
| You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up |
| north my nigga |
| Aite, Love, lOVE |
| You go crazy, nigga goes crazy. |
| I fucks with the Cut It, Momma Workin |
| Man, how this nigga get my number |
| So I know all about the work nah mean, I gets the work I does the work, |
| I give niggas that work. |
| But long story short my nigga, you calling my bitch |
| my nigga. |
| I seen the DM my nigga, broke into her instagram |
| Who is yo bitch my nigga? |
| Fuck is you talkin bout |
| Hold on, real talk my nigga, don’t hand up cause real niggas don’t hang up. |
| Real niggas don’t hang up |
| This nigga buggin the fuck out B. Ait man, go head talk, go head talk |
| Aite man, on some real shit I rap too, I let your hear something after we |
| finish this, but hold on one second, yo |
| This nigga’s crazy man, are you crying my nigga? |
| Nahhh, Are you crying? |
| No, that’s my bitch my nigga, leave her alone my nigga |
| This nigga crying on my fuckin phone |
| We got a family. |
| I just wana come home to my family B. She was visitin me, |
| tellin me everything was good, the commissary was right, the jack mack |
| everything B, everything |
| Get the fuck off my line I heard you my nigga word, niggas calling me all |
| fucking day, how the fuck you get my number anyway? |
| They say it don’t matter who getting at her |
| If she getting at you |
| (I think she getting at me) |
| It’s a quarter past three, now orders gon' be |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| I’ma pull up in a few now what’s you gon' do bae |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| And I heard they getting at her but it really don’t matter |
| Yeah shorty got her eyes on me |
| Don’t care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| I walk in rooms and get attention I ain’t even want |
| Coulda flexed when I saw you, I ain’t even stunt |
| Pull up on 'em in the back I ain’t even front |
| Eating off of a day party, I ain’t even lunch |
| But sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mil |
| Just because you making money that don’t make you real |
| Put her hands in my pants, had to make her feel |
| Playing with that black mamba, how that Laker feel |
| I might go Kobe in that thing |
| Might go Kobe with the rings |
| Slide up in it five times |
| Pop them bottles five times |
| I hit 50 on 'em niggas, came through with 5 dimes |
| 5 shots, five lines |
| Soo-wu, five slimes |
| Ay, all my girls shaped like Donald Jones guitar |
| She said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow |
| Wait we made that fucking movie, think we gon' be porno stars |
| That’s just what we gon' do, now tell me what you want do? |
| It’s a quarter past three, tell me what it’s gon' be |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| I’ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| And I heard they getting at her but it really don’t matter |
| Yeah shorty got her eyes on me |
| Don’t care what you say, just know that you in the way |
| Your shorty got her eyes on me |
| I got misses in different cities, they ain’t never meeting |
| I do hotels then see the penthouse, they ain’t ever leaving |
| I told her I don’t do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded |
| She know I really was outside, I been in every precinct |
| She bended over, I get closer, lotta heavy breathing |
| She told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in |
| That ass for me, she splashed the cheeks until that bed is leaking |
| My iPhone keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper |
| The loudest reefer, cold ch&agne, I’m in Italian sneakers |
| She never speak on how we creeping guess that’s now our secret |
| Monday to Thursday I’m grinding so we get wild as Weeknd |
| Smell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I’m down to eat it |
| We in Christians his and her |
| Daily switching different purse |
| I do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work |
| Out in pubic we be touching, people talking like yo y’all bugging |
| Me and her be taking flights, we got matching Goyard luggage, uh |
| It’s a quarter past three, now orders gon' be |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| I’ma pull up in a few now what’s you gon' do bae |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| And I heard they getting at her but it really don’t matter |
| Yeah shorty got her eyes on me |
| Don’t care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| It’s a quarter past three, tell me what it’s gon' be |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| I’ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| And I heard they getting at her but it really don’t matter |
| Yeah shorty got her eyes on me |
| Don’t care what you say, just know that you in the way |
| Your shorty got her eyes on me |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Shorty got her eyes on me |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |