EJ Rose, Native Named Knightly - Stylin

Tell me you love me

Babe come on over, Sit up on my sofa
Wanna tell you things, baby let me hold ya
It's a red light, it's a red light
Stop the emotion
Babe, and your waistline, and your
waistline
Oh, it's a controller
Babe, what is the moves
Do you want to come through
Who wants to come groove, babe
Baby, I'm movin'
In my own lane, in my own lane
Baby, I'm feelin' all different pains, yeah

El Chichla, I ain't told somethin' bigger
Than these, these niggas, that I grew up with
Money in my pocket
and I know, and I know how to get profit
And I'll stop it until she wanna go, till she wanna blow
Four door lifestyle, and I wanna know
How she wanna move, cause she know how to groove
On the dance floor, baby, baby, she good

And we get so lost on my sofa
And you know the vibes when you come over
And you're asking me what I'd do for you, let me show ya

I'ma hold you down like a real one, supposed to
When I lay it down, like some clean clothes I'ma fold ya
And you know what I've been through, girl, I'm a soldier
I grip on your waist when I hold you
Oh, I could afford to have you closer
My money's my time, can't waste that, shorty waistline make them chit-chat
Lil' Caribbean ting, melanin queen, she do the split like Kit Kat
If you want revenge on them, money is the get back
Girl, you know just where I'm from, you know I gotta get that

Babe come on over, Sit up on my sofa
Wanna tell you things, baby let me hold ya
It's a red light, it's a red light
Stop the emotion
Babe, and your waistline, and your
waistline
Oh, it's a controller
Babe, what is the moves
Do you want to come through
Who wants to come groove, babe
Baby, I'm movin'
In my own lane, in my own lane
Baby, I'm feelin' all different pains, yeah

Written by:
Courtnee Knight, Elerson Roesler Jr.

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