The Remix Lyrics

You're my favorite girl, I take the world and make it yours

Bitches on my line, a waste of time

A wasted lure

I ran up a bag and came back home with some couture

Your baby daddy hating, tell that nigga do his chores

Girl you know my steel and I elevated yours

Jack boys tried to Deebo, Simba with me and he roared

Baby keep it squeaky, I get geeked come home and eat it

She threw on the glasses with the wig call that the remix

Niggas got me heated but you calm a demon down

And these bitches know they're second rate whenever you around

I be out here jugging state to state and town to town

But I know that while I'm gone my baby girl gon' hold it down

Tell me that you love me by your ways baby

Ain't gotta question anything I ever said baby

I'm gon' love you, hold you down until I'm gray baby

Might leave these hoes, but Nina with me til' the grave baby

Got to play, Lebron James round the way

But keep that faith, I'm gone be good, I'm staying safe

I took my time I had to choose 'cuz you ain't usual

The way she winding in her hips, look like hula hoop

Showtime with me, wipe my nose I bet my shooter shoot

I tap that cat, she get to busting like a uzi do

I'm addicted to the Nana, but that pussy on the phone

Way too player for the drama, leave that jealous shit alone

You're my favorite girl, I take the world and make it yours

Bitches on my line, a waste of time

A wasted lure

I ran up a bag and came back home with some couture

Your baby daddy hating, tell that nigga do his chores

Girl you know my steel and I elevated yours

Jack boys tried to Deebo, Simba with me and he roared

Baby keep it squeaky, I get geeked come home and eat it

She threw on the glasses with the wig call that the remix

Baby just don't switch up stay one hundred for me please

Yeah my baby with the static and these niggas Summer's Eve

I can't switch up keep a Nick tucked

Just in case he think it's sweet

Trying to leave the field alone but I'm still walking in my cleats

Swam with sharks ain't on no beach

Oh my baby taste like cheesecake

I think she mine to keep, ain't around feel like I need it

Yeah that there taste like peaches

No phone, she with the three way

That there taste like peaches

No phone, she with the three way

One call, you know I'm there

Too bad, look at them stare

Three rounds, ain't need no gloves though

Beyoncé with the oh oh

She dance it on the Dino

Classy but a freak hoe

I just play the game and you something like the cheat code