Bance - MYLM

Goddamn
Goddamn
I like that
Run it like that
Goddamn won't he do it, if I call him for it
Holla at ya boy
I'm just getting going
I'm just getting warmed
Corduroy just been my style shawty, how I'm living up
Slide my main to the side, call her á la carte
No this ain't no Olive Garden
Break bread with yo father
Ain't finna argue with her
Love making my job description
Get with it or mind ya businesses
Keep ya two cents, I'm too expensive
On me, I'll leave ya limping
I might catch Cupid slipping
Damn I'm too tempting
Playing hard to get, It's hard to give a fuck, I love it
I'ma make ya love me
I'ma make ya love me
Playing on the fence, Well I'm finna get it jumping
I'ma make ya love me
I'ma make ya love me
Playing hard to get, It's hard to give a fuck, I love it
I'ma make ya love me
I'ma make ya love me
Playing on the fence, Well I'm finna get it jumping
I'ma make ya love me
I'ma make ya love me
Goddamn if I do, damned if I don't
What you want
Planning in the booth, Planters on her tooth
Buss it open
Damn she drive me stupid, daisy dukes is juicy
Know I'm on it
Just gimme a moment
Just lemme get through looping through your Panasonic
Ask me who hit harder, hell if I know
My headcount don't count nobody
My thread count a whole new cotton
Ain't nobody cut like I am
It's my time, go tune your dial
You don't love me now
You'll come around
Playing hard to get, It's hard to give a fuck, I love it
I'ma make ya love me
I'ma make ya love me
Playing on the fence, Well I'm finna get it jumping
I'ma make ya love me
I'ma make ya love me
Playing hard to get, It's hard to give a fuck, I love it
I'ma make ya love me
I'ma make ya love me
Playing on the fence, Well I'm finna get it jumping
I'ma make ya love me
I'ma make ya love me

Written by:
Malik McAdams

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