RATED M.A, For Mature Audiences, Pt. 3 Lyrics

All that fucking love that we make, oh God

I still feel it in my body when ya ass so far

Street lights come on, I don't give a fuck, keep going

This movie rated r, ain't no kids up in the showing (Hey)

M.A, fuck a P.G

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Look at that body you throwing

I might just tackle you down and put you from bed to the flooring

I might just tatt' ya li' face on my ribs

Yo' love be giving me chills

I say now woah, woah, woah

Now where you going, baby?

She gon' get so angry, tell 'em she ain't fucking with me when she know she is

I'm rolling good kush, I don't want no cart, no pen

We started round one at nine-pm, it's seven-am

And I say, woah, woah, woah

Now where you going, baby?

She like a rapping nigga

I like a pretty lady

She get to acting like she can't, but she be singing, baby

I don't want you with no other niggas, that's gon drive me crazy, drive me crazy

Bae-ay-ayy

I been far away and I ain't seen you in some days

Durk to yo' Dej

Wait-ay-ayy

They gon' talk down, but they ain't in our pay grade

Rated M.A

You done took my soul to the heart of the ocean

I don't want to be nowhere if I ain't with you, you know this

I be making these songs for you and I'm hoping you notice

Got my name tatted inside ya skin and they ain't got' know it, know it

All that fucking love that we make, oh God

I still feel it in my body when ya ass so far

Street lights come on, I don't give a fuck, keep going

This movie rated r, ain't no kids up in the showing (Hey)

M.A, fuck a P.G

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Look at that body you throwing

I might just tackle you down and put you from bed to the flooring

I might just tatt' ya li' face on my ribs

Yo' love be giving me chills

I say now woah, woah, woah

Now where you going, baby?

She gon' get so angry, tell 'em she ain't fucking with me when she know she is

I'm rolling good kush, I don't want no cart, no pen

We started round one at nine-pm, it's seven-am

And I say, woah, woah, woah

Now where you going, baby?

She like a rapping nigga

I like a pretty lady

She get to acting like she can't, but she be singing, baby

I don't want you with no other niggas, that's gon drive me crazy, drive me crazy

Bae-ay-ayy

I been far away and I ain't seen you in some days

Durk to yo' Dej

Wait-ay-ayy

They gon' talk down, but they ain't in our pay grade

Rated M.A