I Want Her ft. Swiper1k Lyrics

She want me and I want her She want me and I want her

She want me and I want her

She came in and got beat down for the night time

I don't wanna see you on lifetime little mama

Why I see pokes in all my condoms

Should crack your head just like a llama

You wicked bitch get out my face

I got the gun this bitch a ray

This fit gon' take your bitch away

I just be talkin' on my songs, I'm not a rapper leave me alone

I sing that shit like Post Malone

I dropped a post and now I'm gone

I ain't been focused on no hoes, I'm really tryna live my life

You played it cold and sold your soul

That's all them sins them niggas know

Long hair through out her back, I'm runnin' down like tracks

I got gas but do not match

Got no lighter scratch the back

You on yo post and selling' cat

I'm in that mode and gettin' back

I cannot stop I'm gettin' racks

I seen a slutty bitch with bag

She want me work to get that head I had to cut it off

Don't care if that pussy soft, I ain't in love with your lip gloss

Five senses, what my mama taught

Walking on this beat don't talk

Minty lips is what she brought

I rolled some potent shit, it made me cough

I ain't flossin' you can go get lost

I wanna be the motherfuckin' biggest boss

Something like Rick Ross

I call the Shoffer Bentley off

I do not drink no Henny naw, that's a brick of fentanyl

I want my bitch she did not call, don't wanna think bout moving on

I got my feelings on some chrome

Shot my heart with darts bitch, I'm in that mode feel like a narcissist

She was flirting but I didn't hit it

When I go out she think I'm fuckin' bitches

A nigga really tryna handle business, I'm not too in to any other women

I got a half and all my blunts is wicked

You talm bout bullets bring up five five sixes

Ain't in the past I'm talking Future Hendrix

That little ass kiss I got was too delicious

Wonder when she gon' pull on me and say we finished

I ain't even cuff you yet this ain't the ending

I was fuckin' on your bitch, this ain't no average instrumental

And I know you used to handouts, but this some shit I can't lend you

Bitches play up on your name, Baby know I'm gon' defend you

And I know that you don't love me, Baby why even pretend to

I been rappin' on my mind I been rappin' off my mental

Put the white up on her smile, she don't even need a dental

I be fuckin' from the back, now I fuck her in the middle

She gon' fuck me when you mad, cause she say your shit was little

She came in and got beat down for the night time

I don't wanna see you on lifetime little mama

Why I see pokes in all my condoms

Should crack your head just like a llama

You wicked bitch get out my face

I got the gun this bitch a ray

This fit gon' take your bitch away

I just be talkin' on my songs, I'm not a rapper leave me alone

I sing that shit like Post Malone

I dropped a post and now I'm gone

I ain't been focused on no hoes, I'm really tryna live my life

You played it cold and sold your soul

That's all them sins them niggas know

Long hair through out her back, I'm runnin' down like tracks

I got gas but do not match

Got no lighter scratch the back

You on yo post and selling' cat