Flxwz and Tre Castro - G.U.M.

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

Written by:
Aaron Mays-Barbosa

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