Nigo and Tyler, The Creator - Come On, Let's Go

Yeah
Brrr (ooh), brrr (ooh ah)
(Ooh, yeah), I'm downstairs
Tsk (ooh), fuck you mean? (Ooh ah)
Girl (ooh)

I told your ass be ready, ahh
You always got excuses and you know I be on top of things
Punctual my proper name, on the dot is not your aim
Although we in love, we are not the same (uh)
I hit you on that celly, ahh
You said you needed five, that was more than twelve ago
Claim you got your hands tied, tied, I'm stuck like Velcro
Georgia peach on east side like it's ATL, ho (yeah)
You lackin' (ayy), you trippin', you slackin' (ayy)
Impatiently waitin' (yeah, ayy)
Confused, like, "what happened?"
How you get a attitude 'cause I'm gettin' mad?
'Cause you wanna take twenty minutes and a half
And on top of that, I gotta get gas
Ah, the freeway, picked up traffic
What the fuck is you doin'? We gotta dip, dip, dip, dip, dip
Cartier, er, er, er, watch go tick, tick, tick, tick
Waitin' for that last minute for your goddamn hair
Now stop playin' games, go on bring your ass downstairs

Come on, girl, let's go (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come on, girl, let's go (yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming)
Girl, you know the time you wastin', that time you wastin'
That time that you wastin's on my dime
Come on, girl, let's go (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come on, girl, let's go (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girl you know the time that you wastin', that time you wastin'
That time that you wastin's on my dime

Took me twenty to get ready, ahh
Shower, moisturizin', the fit I had on yesterday
Uniform necessities, multiples are er'thing
Now your neighbor wanna come and speak to me, like
"Hey! How you doin'?" "I'm good" "I ain't too bad"
"Ah ha, ha ha ha," hit her with a few fake laughs
She talkin' my ear off, in sympathy, I laugh
I care about one thing, where the fuck you at? (ayy)
Anyway, gotta pay a little more, she late to the jet (ayy)
Gotta jet 'cause your boy leave at 8 (ayy)
And we supper up on the upper like in the orchestra
Go play that shit I score (woo), for LV Abloh projects (yeah)
You ain't scared to change 'cause this ain't comin' out your pockets
My Freudian slip, I'm rude, lil' bit, don't be actin' so appalled
All y'all girls love this shit
Put so much into tonight and you just don't care
Now stop playin' games, go on bring your ass downstairs

Come on, girl, let's go, come on, girl, let's go (go, go)
Come on, girl, let's go, come on girl, let's go (I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Girl you know the time that you wastin', that time you wastin'
That time that you wastin's on my dime

Tsk, you're always rushing me, relax
Chill, chill, alright?
T-tonight just don't care, playin' games, girl, bring your ass downstairs
Why you trippin'? (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm comin' (yeah, yeah)
I'm finishin' my makeup, can you just relax, like
This takes a long time, like it's not that serious (where the fuck you at?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I think, I, I think I left something in the house

Written by:
Pharrell Williams, Tyler Okonma

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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