I N Y T L! Lyrics

Aye (Rockstar-Rockstar)

Gang-Gang-Gang (Rockstar-Rockstar)

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? (Finatic)

Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?" (Im So Slimee, Rockstar-Rockstar)

I'ma talk my shit, I Need You to Listen

Let me touch ya body, girl, I wanna kiss it

Whip out the stick like Hockey, girl, i'm tryna hit it

Pin it down like Bobby, I got you addicted

I'ma twirl her, then, put honey on her biscuits

I'm on the same timin', don't be movin' different

This dick gon' go across her face, call her "Christian"

You would think she starvin', how she eat it in the kitchen

Flash it in her face, she gon' eat like it's a picnic

She said, "It's too long", hear her screamin' from a distance

Just put ya guard down, cuz' I play my position

I won't break ya heart, baby, that ain't my intentions

No, it ain't, girl

Cuz', you the right one

Baby, i'm a real nigga, I know you would like one

Grab ya hair while I hit it, you got a tight bun

And, that pussy like a muscle, it's a tight one

Hmm-uhh-uh, you know I like ya'

And, you like my favorite food, bae, I wanna bite ya'

The way she gimme' FaceTime, it make me wanna Skype her

The way she ride it, make me wanna be a biker

Ohh-ohh, I do everything for you

Ain't no lies, I tell truth, lil mama'

I'll do everything, for you

Cuz', it's a soft spot inside my heart for you

Do you have a clue? Uh

Do you have clue? Ass so fat, i'm lovin' the view

Got me stuck like a tattoo, lil mama', you my boo

Uh-uh, in the Future, I Wanna Be With You

Girl, I know what you been thru

We gon' stick together like glue, uh

And, we got ties like some shoes

Babygirl, you know I wanna be with you

Fuck with a real nigga, I know what to do

I be in my feelins 'bout you, I be sad and blue

Mm-uhh, uh-uhh-uh, uh

Mm-uhh, uh-uhh-uh, uh-uhh-uh

Mm-uhh, uh-uhh-uh, uh

I Need You to Listen, Listen!

I'ma talk my shit, I Need You to Listen

Let me touch ya body, girl, I wanna kiss it

Whip out the stick like Hockey, girl, i'm tryna hit it

Pin it down like Bobby, I got you addicted

I'ma twirl her, then, put honey on her biscuits

I'm on the same timin', don't be movin' different

This dick gon' go across her face, call her Christian

You would think she starvin', how she eat it in the kitchen

Flash it in her face, she gon' eat like it's a picnic

She said, "It's too long", hear her screamin' from a distance

Just put ya guard down, cuz', I play my position

I won't break ya heart, baby, that ain't my intentions

Ohh-ohh, I do everything for you

Ain't no lies, I tell truth, lil mama'

I'll do everything, for you

Cuz', it's a soft spot inside my heart for you

Do you have a clue? Uh-uh

(Im a Rockstar)

Uh-uh (Im a Rockstar)

(Im a Rockstar)

(Im a Rockstar)

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? (Rockstar)

(Rockstar)

(Rockstar)

(Rockstar, uh)