Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How I'm Coming, artist - TracksmithDate of issue: 15.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How I'm Coming |
| She say she the one now that got away from me |
| Now the house ain't no home, baby |
| I gotta give you to the streets |
| You know how I'm comin' |
| Come over, you comin' |
| Girl, come put that ass with me |
| You my wifey for the summer now |
| And don't complain about the heat (Heat) |
| She claim to be a freak, so tired of the streets |
| She needs some rubbin' on them feet and some sex on the beach |
| And baby, I ain't like them other niggas 'cause I damn sure ain't cheap |
| She keep tellin' me I'm the only one that her mama need to meet |
| So check me, baby |
| You can be my hot girl this summer when we in them sheets |
| I can have you beggin' and screamin', oh baby, please |
| Love how you ridin' and grindin' on top of me |
| On top of me |
| Where you wanna be? |
| Ayy |
| I'ma jet and I can take you where you wanna be |
| Baby, you can leave your bags, we shoppin' when we overseas |
| Get you icy for the summer, keep you meltin' over me |
| This drip got you in heat |
| She say she the one now that got away from me |
| Now the house ain't no home, baby |
| I gotta give you to the streets |
| You know how I'm comin' |
| Come over, you comin' |
| Girl, come put that ass with me |
| You my wifey for the summer now |
| And don't complain about the heat (Heat) |
| [Verse 2: Desiigner] |
| We see the horizon go, huh |
| Grippin' on her thighs in the Ghost, huh |
| Lookin' at her eyes inside the ride |
| I'm tryna get inside her throat, huh |
| You be calling out them plays in the bed |
| I be feelin' like you the coach, huh |
| Hit it from the back, backstroke, huh |
| Hit it from the front, long stroke, huh |
| Put it down your throat, don't choke, huh |
| She ain't playin' games, no joke, huh |
| She wanna dance, lil' mama wanna salsa |
| 'Cause a nigga counting ocho, huh |
| We be countin' blues, uno, dos, diaz, ocho, cinco |
| We be flyin' out to Costa Rica |
| Fill the drink off the Pink Flamingo |
| Remember days used to Rob Dinero |
| Just to get that bread and eat more |
| I was out there in the street though |
| Had to take that shot and free throw |
| You said, nah, you the one now |
| Baby girl, it's nice to meet ya |
| Send ya passport and ya Visa |
| And we gone, like hasta la vista |
| She say she the one now that got away from me |
| Now the house ain't no home, baby |
| I gotta give you to the streets |
| You know how I'm comin' |
| Come over, you comin' |
| Girl, come put that ass with me |
| You my wifey for the summer now |
| And don't complain about the heat (Heat) |