J-Bill & Jaep - Can't Help Myself

Show you you are
Let me love you, kiss and let me fuck you
Say my vows, never put no one above you
But after I nut, there’s a conclusion that I come to
I like what we got going on but really I don’t want you
Like that, you send a text I write back
Like what you doing?
Just rolled a blunt and I’m boutta light that
She said come through you can get a night cap
But you can’t stay the night Ima send you right back
Where you came from, I said cool I don’t plan on staying
Yeah it was a Starry Night like a Van Gogh painting
Had some good weed, good sex, and conversation
Now ride that, latex, my obligation
Cause to be honest, I don’t know who you been with
But if you got diseases, they ain’t going to this dick
But then she slips it right in, we ain’t going for minutes
Go an hour long, like when Power’s on
I’m about to run a marathon, I run laps all in it
Throw it back babygirl, make it clap right with it
I go ham in that pussy, ham in that pussy
Then she throw it back, like she’s been handing it to me
I’m like what’s up?
Tryna fuck come through
But no I can’t be loving you
One cup, let’s make it two
Then I end up fuckin’ you
Mmm, ah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You don’t believe his stories
You know that they’re all lies
Bad as you are, you stick around
And I just don't know why
I just wanna fuck, my eyes on you
Lemme get a touch, I’m watchin’ you
Ima bust a nut but you’ll come to
That pussy tight, I’m fuckin’ you right
Bitches tryna fuck me everyday
Stackin’ up a comma in any way
I just wanna get that money, babe
But that pussy soft, can’t help myself
Stayin’ on my job, but you knocked me off my goals
Cause you make me feel like I’ve never felt before
Kinda insecure now cause you classier than these hoes
See it in your future, I can see it in your soul
Multi-millionaire, independent, and on Vogue
You the type to be the shit, in every pic you strike a pose
You the type to suck my dick and then just snatch away my soul
I said word to Mac Miller that’s inertia on these hoes
I said been around the globe but still coming back home
Cause you know I need that special, and that’s word to Rocco’s
All these bitches think I’m special cause they know I’m boutta blow
They just tryna hit the bro, and they know I gotta show
And lately it’s been hard to tell friend from foe
Still keep a check on me everywhere I go
I don’t stress, smoke weed count checks
And no matter where I go, I still know I’m blessed, yes
Mmm, ah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You don’t believe his stories
You know that they’re all lies
Bad as you are, you stick around
And I just don't know why
I just wanna fuck, my eyes on you
Lemme get a touch, I’m watchin’ you
Ima bust a nut but you’ll come to
That pussy tight, I’m fuckin’ you right
Bitches tryna fuck me everyday
Stackin’ up a comma in any way
I just wanna get that money, babe
But that pussy soft, can’t help myself

Written by:
Adam Jaep, Jay Billups

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