G.U.M. ft. Tre Castro Lyrics

Eyes

Met in the lobby let's slide

Cute face

Pretty waist

Nice thighs

Asked her

Why she got that look up in her eyes

Like she wanna run it back three times

Said it's been a few years and she lonely

Seen her at the show but she didn't know me

Every other dude said he never cared

You a baddie and you smart

Don't you dare

After party giggin

And my eyes low

Feel like I be walking on a tight rope

Gotta be the one to cut the lights low

Beat it up champ

Mike Tyson

One hand in my pocket

Mine is in her waist

She yelling go faster

Like we in a race

We going to a place

That don't exist in space

Face down

Ass up

Lemme get a taste

Got me falling like a leaf in out in Canada

Sweet like a maple tree

We gone cut it up

Made a couple last week

She gone count it up

Late night cant sleep

Drive to Hollywood

I like the way you glowin like that

Golden hour got you lookin so right

In the sheets until the mornin sunrise

You can ride my brain waves all night

We waste time on the regular

Aye green tea at perfect temperature

Aye grab the honey and the lemon

A wholesome conversation

Baby that's a deadly weapon OK

I ain't never really gonna be worried

I now that you'll always be there

Roll over to me baby in the morning

Everyday got me feeling like whoah

C'mon C'mon

Ohh yeah

Ohh aye yeah

Eyes

Met in the lobby let's slide

Cute face

Pretty waist

Nice thighs

Asked her

Why she got that look up in her eyes

Like she wanna run it back three times

Said it's been a few years and she lonely

Seen her at the show but she didn't know me

Every other dude said he never cared

You a baddie and you smart

Don't you dare

Aye yeah yeah aye

Baby come on and get a taste

Show me its the way