J. Matthew, Gregory Grindz, Jamaal Haynes and Gheeskii - Virginia Beach

Girl you kill me softly with your words
Never been a fighter
Your love I had to earn this
Pillow talked and slaughtered it

Verse

Friday, now the weekends here
Come Monday I’m a slug
That pussy’s good I’m running back
Come sweep me like a rug

Fuck a penthouse
Gota mansion for you
You my love
You my love
You my love

Till morning
You in my arms
Melt in my arms tonight

No holding back
No makeup you look good
You misunderstood
All the stars align to you

You light up the room
Night sky you’re the moon

I jus like your modesty
Im speaking to you honestly
And if I’m being honest

Left those blues in Carolina
The motels and run down diners
Is where I found my fine china (ehya)

When I see you think I might just
You looking so righteous

Bridge

The 6 yeah that’s my city (ehya)

Morningside no stick in the ride
On the south side
Lakeshore ting on my right
Outcalls for the whole night

Presidential new clock is tik tok’n
Friday nights on king street the hoes walking
Red bottom heels and some black stockings
She always wanna fuck when I’m detoxing

4 Pockets full My girl dynamite
Side bitch a 10, she a dime aight
Popped a few pills she’s ballistic
Powder on her face above her lipstick

Sub zero round my neck
I got a icebox where my heart was
No time for love
Baby tell me what you want
No time for love
Just wanna fuck ya

Written by:
jamaal haynes-bigmore

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