True Lyrics

Girl, why you called me after I said I was gonna call you

I know I said I had a surprise for you, but damn, bih, it's supposed to be a surprise

how you gonna call me asking bout it

Well, fuck it

Anyway, the surprise is I wrote you a song

I was gonna let you hear it after I record it, but I might as well rap it to you now

I think you gonna like it

This the first verse

You be true to me and I'll be true to you

I pull up just like Uber do and scoop ya too

You my ya, my whoop di woo

Your body look like ooey-ooo

Girl, you a snack, I'm Scooby-Doo

Your ass is bad like boosie boo

I treat you just like juicy fruit

You A-list and Bae list

So take this and save this

And play this in playlist

So you can replay this

Now be blessed

And baby, this ain't no BS

I ain't with the games, no DS and oh yea P.S.

Tell this nigga from the N.O. Y-E-S

Okay, so the hook is just gonna be like a sample type shit and I'mma let that run

A sample of a song we both like and whatnot, so I know it sound nice

I ain't gonna tell you what it is, but it's a old school R&B shit

It's a song we both like

When I first heard it, I thought of you

That's how I wrote the song

I know you gon' fuck with it

Alright, look

I'm about to get straight to the second verse then

I think you gon' like this one a lot

You don't know what's in store

Baby girl, I implore

Maybe you should vent more

Put you in my memoirs

Wanna be your mentor

Not someone you ignore

Gonna make you bend more

Got horse dick, I'm a centaur

You could be the center of attention

My description of your body

Golly, maybe model or that of a vixen

You got all the fixings

Add-ons that these chicks be missing

Like discretion

Can't discredit how you flexing

1-8-7

Walking blessing

If you're in my section, then thou art in heaven

You so bad, they even say you're art in heaven

You the stuff that's part of legends

On a scale of 1 to 5

Baby girl, you are 11

Meet you at the bar at 7

All you gotta do is say yes

My bad, I wasnt supposed to tell you the song

But I can't help but sing that bih when I be getting into it for real

So the third verse, and it ain't really on some verse type shit

It's just on some bridge/refrain type shit

You gon' fuck with it

We gon' have sex in the third verse

But anyway

What you doing for your birthday

Cause I got an idea

Yeah

Let's orchestrate a bowling date

How that sound

Just like all them pens, girl, you a 10

And I'ma knock you down

I'ma knock you down

I'ma knock you down

I'ma knock you down

Don't play with me, you safe with me, girl

I'ma lock you down

Munch, munch, chomp, chomp

Gobble, gobble, eat you up

Munch, munch, chomp, chomp

Gobble, gobble, eat you up

Munch, munch, chomp, chomp

Gobble, gobble, eat you up

Gobble, gobble, eat you up

Girl, you know I'ma

Yeah, you be true to me, and I'll be true

And I'll be true to you

You be true, and I be true

If you be, I'd be true

You be true, and I be true

Maybe something we could do

You be true, and I be true

Baby girl, that mean we true

Yeah

When I record it, I know you gon' like it

At least I hope you gon' like it

But anyway, I'll talk to you later

Mwah