WYG Lyrics

I just spoke on the shit that I'm likin',

Bae where you going girl come right back cause you know damn well that i like that

I got a new poem and Ian write that i just spoke on the shit that I'm liking

Girl, you the shit, how could I get tired of you how could i get tired

You pooping yo shit baby i'm proud of you uh

If you ain't got it yet, then you gon' get it

I know you're thinkin' I don't pay attention

I might be dozin' off but bae I'm listening

' On your bad days, I'm there with you

You ain't lookin' for no man to fix you

You just wanna cool it how we kick it

I know right now that we ain't serious

But I still don't entertain women

You just wanna ride with your shades on Let the seat back while we cruisin' the drop top

Then you start a R&B playlist And give me that look ouu she tryna get knocked off

Ouu she nasty, she need her rocks off She actin' bad, I'm bout to put her in time out

Baby gorgeous, that's why my eyes on her Told her let me hit her, tryna home run her

Every time she come through, I stop aahuh Let me catch my breath

Is you fuckin' with me, or you not'

Cause shidd if you, ain't Ian finna waste time here

Girl, you know we grown, fuck a text, you can call my phone I'ma pull up where you at

kinda feelin' you so when we fuck we be all night long but you already knew that

I'm a freak, girl, you already knew that

Fuck them hoes, I wanna be wherever you at

I can't leave you at all, girl, you too wet

when we fuck you hit High Notes, we should do a duet

Showed me a kid picture at Borats if I'd known you back then, I swear I was on that

But I see you now and I want that, I wanna own that mmhmm

Bae, where you goin'? Girl, come right back

Cause you know damn well that I like that

I got a new poem and I ain't write that I just spoke on the shit that I'm likin

Girl, you the shit, how could I get tired of you how could i get tired

You poppin' your shit, baby, I'm proud of you

Bae, where you goin'? Girl, come right back Cause you know damn well that I like that

I got a new poem and I ain't write that I just spoke on the shit that I'm likin

Girl, you the shit, how could I get tired of you

You poppin' your shit, baby, I'm proud of you