Miss Monroe Lyrics

Locking eyes every time I see her

Never really thought I would ever need her

Said she love me I don't know if I believe her

Got me scared I don't know if I should keep her

I'm your Martin you my Gena

Getting spinach baby you could count my C.R.E.A.M up

Fogging up my visions got my glasses steamed up

Tryna build a kingdom niggas only dream of

Me and you yeah we rock for sure

Tryna take you round trips all around the globe

All the bitches mad because you not for show

Boutique flow

Miss Monroe

Head to toe

Queen bee baby thick and sweet like honey

Call me Winnie in your jar I'm eating up that yummy

Would you still be fucking with me if I had no money

All these niggas losers don't be scoring Chris Dudley

We know what to do

When you come through baby girl this ain't timeless

I can definitely see where your mind is

Judging by your body language

Different type of timing

We know what to do

When you come through baby girl this ain't timeless

I can definitely see where your mind is

Judging by your body language

Different type of timing

Now we sip Malibu

Liquor got you feeling sexy while we bumping them tunes

I'ma Smooth Operator Sade tell you it's true

Tryna navigate your ocean like it's fourteen nine two

I like

Your step, attitude, you baddest ever

Got a playboy bunny shawty calling me her Hefner

No tricks

Straight bliss

Like Medusa got me stuck up in a trance

Only happens when I'm witchu I like how we coming

Stupid nigga got a problem I'mma help him solve it

Add my fist into his jaw subtracting out the bluffing

Need you right beside me when I'm feeling melancholy

My dear it's The Weeknd heaven angels throwing parties

Harley Quinn type of crazy kill you with a dummy

She not shooting blanks hit 'em with a bang dummy

Murder she wrote and then I turn him to a mummy