What You Wanna Hear (Radio Edit) ft. LdTheproducer & Looted Steelz Lyrics

She want me to say the word

But I don't know if I can do that

Baby, I can't tell you what you wanna hear

You tell me you love me, it go through one ear and out the other ear

She want the gang, peep how she change when they come in here

Tell the bartender send a bottle over we ain't done in here

I don't wanna cuff, I just wanna can we have fun

Hit that from the back and I heard you really good with that tounge

Bite you up like a piece of fruit, suckin' all the juice off that plum

Eat her up, she lunch, got it comin' back sprung

She addicted to the D, you niggas gotta pay a fee

When you hit it me, I hit it for the free

And if you wanna the guys, do your thing, baby, I'ma keep it P

She love me cause I keep it G

Cheat code for her love, Pandora box, always keep a key

I just wanna open her up, put my ex in the pack

I'm talkin' that while I'm rollin' her up

Stop sayin' we cuffed, your best friend, wanna you

Holdin' her up, she already knowing wassup

I'm takin' them both to the crib

I'm turnin' them both into

Ladies you could start making your

Way to the bar right now

You'll feel better with Migos

In your system

And I'll feel so much better with

Migos in your system

You say you love me, show me on your knees

That's the love I need, wrist always on freeze

Jack with the spade you need, your still on me

Just copped a new Benz, just for the late night scene

Amiri on her body, Shit yeah, I'm on her body

Think I'm rich like Roddy, that's your girl, she a thotty

Turned up off that Molly, damn, she actin' real holly

All on me in the party, killed that caught, that body

Let the party begin, tryna you and your friend

She lookin' like a good nine and you lookin' like a ten

Flat stomach with no waist, I can tell that y'all be in the gym

You thick she slim with a ass, so either way it's a win

I ain't lookin' for no, I ain't lookin' for no love

Baby girl, love too complicated

I just wanna rump and chill, then have fun like we related

It's hard to act like I don't wanna girl

I'm runnin' out of patience

All I'm thinkin' bout is turnin' you around

While you standin' there naked

And you know I'm a fiend

You know I love when the head cream

Get wet in her sleep

At night when you dreaming bout me

When she on top sounding like macaroni and cheese

Hit it from the front, missionary

Then she turn around, get on her knees