Rene - Oh Ma Lord

Is you finna open up or nah
Cuz I ain't playing these games
Ay ay ay

Is you finna open up or nah
Ay ay
Is you finna open up or nah
Yeah yeah
Is you finna open up or nah
Wait wait
Is you finna open up or nah
Ay ay

Cuz I ain't playing these games
The QB, I be calling these plays
I ain't playing bae
When you see me I be drippy drippy drippy make you wanna slippy slippy
Told her stay yuh lane don't make me slip
Now you falling, Hol on, wait
Feel it through the phone kiss me thru the phone
Hol on wait
We back and fourth, no tennis court
Push me away, push me away, boomerang
I come right back, no toxic trait
Ugh
Feel it thru my bones, woah
Took a shot then another
Oh Ma Lord...

Is you finna open up or nah
Ay
Is you finna open up or nah
Yeah
Is you finna open up or nah
Wait
Is you finna open up or nah
Ay

Ok I feel it thru my body
Do you luh me do you luh me not
Yuh heart saying no, but your mind saying yes
Ion know
I Need somebody to rock wit me likea cradle
Streets taught me nothing but pain and how to hustle
Ugh
Smoking so much gas got my mind doing hurdles
Woah
Roll another one, ay pop another one, ay
Pop a pussy Bitch like cherry bubble gum
Woah
So much fake, I know it ain't love
Wait
How you gon hate, hustle till the sun come
Serving outta Nissan
Wait
Let me get a taste
Ooo
Let me get a taste
Ooo
Bae don't fade away
Woah
Bae Don't fade away
Wait
Bae don't fade away
Wait...

Cuz I ain't playing these games
The QB, I be calling these plays
I ain't playing bae
When you see me I be drippy drippy drippy like you wanna slippy slippy
Told her stay yuh lane don't make me slip
Now you falling, Hol on, wait
Feel it through the phone kiss me thru the phone
Hol on wait
We back and fourth, no tennis court
Push me away, push me away, boomerang
I come right back, no toxic trait
Ugh
Feel it thru my bones, woah
Took a shot then another
Oh Ma Lord...

Is you finna open up or nah
Ay ay
Is you finna open up or nah
Yeah yeah
Is you finna open up or nah
Wait wait
Is you finna open up or nah...

Cuz I ain't playing these games
The QB, I be calling these plays
I ain't playing bae
When you see me I be drippy drippy make you wanna slippy slippy
Told her stay yuh lane don't make me slip
Now Hol on, wait
Feel it through the phone kiss me thru the phone
Hol on wait
We back and fourth, no tennis court
Push me away, push me away, boomerang
I come right back, no toxic trait
Ugh
Feel it thru my bones, woah
Took a shot then another
Oh Ma...

I had talked to myself when I finally found the face wash I needed at target
And this old lady had walked passed me and said
I was too young to be talking to myself
I had turned back around and said I'm the only one that listens...

RENE

Written by:
Irene Chisholm

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