Kisses

(That boy J down to go crazy)

I don't got a single thing to prove to you niggas
Grandma said "You tall, but when the hell did you get bigger?"
Loosely for a Backwood, I ain't never hit a swisher
Cut-cut, all these voices I could switch up
New York, tryna catch a plane, I fell asleep, I missed it
I could tell that you be going through hell to fuck with all these bitches (yeah)
Lipstick on my shirt, look like my Margiela kisses (oh-yeah)

Huh, no I ain't driving a nigga
I just been watching and plotting B I been lazy as fuck, I admit it
She gon' want me to dig up and go into crazy, might need us some dishes
Hazy as fuck in the room and the smoke is gon' stick to the walls and the ceiling
How I tried to really put you down, and she had to leave, she come back around
Nigga blocking me, just to trap me out
Looking for the one, think I finally found her

I don't quite, I don't got a single thing to prove to you niggas
Grandma said "You tall, but when the hell did you get bigger?"
Loosely for a Backwood, I ain't never hit a swisher
Cut-cut, all these voices I could switch up
New York, tryna catch a plane, I fell asleep, I missed it
I could tell that you be going through hell to fuck with all these bitches (yeah)
Lipstick on my shirt, look like my Margiela kisses (oh-yeah)

How you say I miss all the men that make sense
And I'm fucking up the beat, go to mess with violins
Outside, outside, and we cooler than these bitches
Every motherfucking day brought a brand new fit
Couple shoes in my closet, spend a million on some Rick
Baby, grab my hand if you scared, I could lead you in
Told me fuck an argument and fuck all the politics
Hopped out the bed, now we stack off in this whip

I don't got a single thing to prove to you niggas (niggas)
Grandma said "You tall, but when the hell did you get bigger?" (Bigger)
Huh, loosely for a Backwood, I ain't never hit a swisher (never hit a swisher)
Cut-cut, all these voices I could switch up (up)
New York, tryna catch a plane, I fell asleep, I missed it
I could tell that you be going through hell to fuck with all these bitches (fuck with all these bitches)
Lipstick on my shirt, look like my Margiela kisses (oh-yeah, Margiela)

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