Whit. - DFWM (feat. Dylandro)

Don't fuck with me
Please don't play me like you do
Now don't fuck with me
You know it's easy I'm a fool
Now don't fuck with me
Look, it ain't cool
Now don't fuck with me
Now don't fuck with me
Now don't
Look
Look
Now ah shit
This masculinity been toxic
Guard your ears from all of my obscenities, or not bitch
Cross this off your bucket list, go ahead fuck a star
Eyes stuck on your ass, shake it so much I'm nauseous
Let me drive the boat then, let's rock it steady
Baby call my phone, call my phone when you ready, huh
I seen them niggas do you wrong, who you running to
I seen every nightmare nigga and what they done to you
I know none of this shit been fun for you
So let me go ahead and run for you
Let me be that nigga that going to gun for you
Let me do everything under the sun for you
Point is we been friends for a long time
What if there's a connection and we just all been all blind
You a hundred out of ten more than what I'd call fine
You been broadcasting your feelings, tell by your callsign
We the Goonies baby girl down here it's our time
I'll let you finish, but she the greatest of all time
That look can kill, so I'm laying between them chalk lines
I'm just happy that you the one I can call
She said
Please don't fuck me, if you don't want me
Babe you can trust me, don't break my heart please
If you don't need me, been love since pre-teens
Keep my bed warm then buy my CD
Please don't fuck me, if you don't want me
Babe you can trust me, don't break my heart please
If you don't need me, been love since pre-teens
Keep my bed warm then buy my CD
Pressed
Ay I know I been stressed
Baby, you know you the best
If I see that old nigga, i'm a bang on my chest
He might fuck around, i'm a put a price on his head
You worth more than Richard Mille on the wrist
Yeah you finer than designer, worth more than Prada and shit
You worth more than Prada and shit
Finer than designer worth more Prada and shit
I'll run with a clip if you run to my bitch
It's sixty feet of social distance, when we come in the crib
Better to leave with me then leave in pieces, cum in the bitch
I couldn't believe that she was beaten cheeks and fucking with a bitch
She told me please don't fuck me if you don't want me, I give her money so she don't ask me nothing
Mama told me she do not like who I'm becoming
I treat a girl like shit so she gone feel like she is nothing
Each and everyday I'm getting stronger off the nick shit
I spin the block around like Rhonda Rousey trying to hit shit
Spin around the rosey, he with the roses, I'm in the roll z
I'm moving different and you didn't notice
Now that I'm up and you catching the notice
See he's got you in a spiral, goin all through the motions
Ain't changed his form is final, I hoped that you would've noticed
That shit is dead no vitals, wounds to be reopened
Want each other you and I know, no truer words had been spoken
Love
Come on
Come on
You acting like I would even try and go ahead and fuck you if I didn't even want you
Come on now, what kind of Nigga do you think I am

Written by:
DYLAN DEDEAUX, JERRY JOSEPH

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