Want You (Forever) Lyrics

Yeah

Let me just take some time out

Feel myself a little bit

These chicks look bad yo

Yeah

I'm in this bitch like-

Yeah

Bartender

Let me get a drink of Amaretto

That's as soon as I roll in like an Armadillo

Looking for the first guy who say's I'm a dealer

I'm tryna cop an eighth

On the real though

Woah, hold up

Light skin and them hips be swerving

Her booty fat I ain't who she curving

I basically hear her purring over the damn music

Both of our words are slurring

Yeah

Flashing lights, smoke clouds

Speakers loud

She just spilt drinks on my sneakers now

I ain't freaking out

I mean I ain't got like no three hundred thou'

But she told me that she'd make it up, make out (what)

We gettin freaky now (whoa)

But I'm leaving now (what)

Shawty, follow me around

To the exit we walked out

Listen baby now, I'm telling you right now its-

Fine, maybe I'll stay awhile

And we could vibe together if you want to

But we can't be together if I don't want you

So baby what you gon' do, make me want

But nothing that you do gon' make me want you

Forever

(Oof) Shawty

Did you just fly in

You say you celibate baby I don't buy it (I am)

Saw you walk in with a guy you lying (Oh no)

Grinding all up on him like at night

He piledriving your spine out of alignment

Shit, I knew you fuckin capping

You're engaged? Damn sister

Congratulations, why she ain't have her man with her (I don't know)

Or a ring around her finger on her hand on her

Little Italiana chick walks up

I feel like hot stuff and shawty do not bluff

But would you be down to give me top huh?

Don't make it such a big deal, I just want some

Tell me no, just find the next hoe who want Hunt

Tell my boy check out the shawties in the tube tops

I think that one got a boob job

I'm pulling all three like I got more than one tooth done

And we could vibe together if you want to

But we can't be together if I don't want you

So baby what you gon' do, make me want

But nothing that you do gon' make me want you

Forever

Yeah

Didn't know that ya boy could spit to this (what)

Ain't know your boy could spit like this (huh)

Didn't know your boy could get so cute

So quick, on his way to getting rich

Ya bitch hopped on my dick (yeah)

I swear to God I don't really even try to do this shit

I used to only spit game if I threw up venison (get it?)

Now all these dear women (what)

Walking towards ya boy in unison

In the club where I meet her

Whole squad pop out wearing beaters

Baby park that ass in front of me and pay the meter

She gon lead me on cause I'm a leader

Drop that ass the lowest right up on my Peter (Lois)

Give her nine inches I ain't Mr. Millimeter

She like when I get meaner

Something close to misdemeanor

Damn haters hate this demeanor

I'm off three Margaritas

With three Latinas

They want me but I told em-

And we could vibe together if you want to

But we can't be together if I don't want you

So baby what you gon' do, make me want

But nothing that you do gon' make me want you

Forever

Haha

Yeah

M-Hunt

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