Dawson ft. Kumbi Lyrics

Uh, yeah, uh, yo

Leave 'em all in awe son, I be awesome

Chicks be too fake so I had to get to flossin

When you meet me, greet me with some caution

Make the bed creak now she call a nigga Dawson

I really ain't with bull' or commotion

I just wanna see the kitty wetter than the ocean

Three strokes, I'm soaking, hoping I don't bust quick

Blow a chef's kiss, compliments to my buff chick

She be saying that I do something to her

We tryna make that bread, lipa, no Dua

Let's make moves, manoeuvre, might move to Vancouver

All in God's name, we following Yeshua

Yeah sugar, you should know what I'm about

I be thirsty for that loving, all these niggas in a drought

Tryna put a baby in you, not one to kid around

But basically she's babysitting my kids all in her mouth, ha

Damn she's gorgeous, how can I control this

Kitty, make a brother more focused than a Ford is

Uh, and she knows that I'm the coldest

She a star, dawg, Paque macked her with no rizz

Like cotton designed by an earth mother

Come back to earth brother, it could be worse brother

I'on really understand it, I'm from another planet

Savant the cooking here is so outlandish

Speaker knocking they won't understand this

Bet you they can't handle this, but I promise there's no need to panic

Everything you think about

Uh, is thinking about you

So stay protected, roots cemented

Stay in the centre of everything

I sleep fuller nights with you, the fight in you

Remind me that I'm kinda blue, my type of mood