If Then (I Like When You Pick Out My Shirt) Lyrics

You better believe when you feel the hot shells from the .44 rolling on the cold floor

You better respect when the TEC in my hand feels better than yours

You better run, you better hide

And close your eyes, and open wide

Cuz that double barrel pump in the trunk's got me feeling sweeter

It's got me feeling sweeter

Lindsey

That's not very nice

Why would you wanna do that

Come on

Let's start over

Let's tray again

Can we start over

I'm broken, I'm healing

If distant, then pleading

I'm starving, I'm zealous

If living, then jealous

Don't want you to see this, delete this, repeated

Don't want you to see this, delete this, repeated

I like I like I like

I like when you pick out my shirt

I like I like I like

I like when you blow up my world

You got you got you got

You got the look

You got the eye for it baby

I like I like I like

I like when you pick out my shirt

I'm casting, I'm reeling

If gambling, I'm dealing

I'm primal, I'm captive

If restless, then savage

When the 8-ball is hazy

And the muses spoke

Just remember baby

Love ain't shit if you choke

I like I like I like

I like when you pick out my shirt

I like I like I like

I like when you blow up my world

You got you got you got

You got the look

You got the eye for it baby

I like I like I like

I like when you pick out my shirt

I like I like I like

I like when you pick out my shirt

I like I like I like

I like when you blow up my world

You got you got you got

You got the look

You got the eye for it baby

I like I like I like

I like when you pick out my shirt