Capella Grey, Melii and Quentin Gilmore - Not Like Mine
Look, leave you alone, waitLadies, yo, my niggas
If a girl didn't dedicate this song to you
You not the nigga she's fuckin' for real
Where my ladies, "It's complicated", say, "Complicated"
Complicated
I've been 'round the world and I done seen it all
All different shapes and different flavors, they all on me
But they're just not my girl
Ain't nothin' like my baby
And although they're fine
Gotta get home to mine, oh
They ain't nothin' like my girl
Ain't nothin' like my baby
Although they're fine
I gotta get home to mine, oh, woah
Ooh, my baby wavy
My baby gon' dub it if it ain't me, tell 'em pipe down
He know can no nigga phase me
He know that I'm used to bitches hatin'
Hats up on these hoes and I still got niggas waitin'
Don't need to worry 'bout no guys in other places (no)
He ain't lookin' for replacin'
He pull me close and never worry about no space or no breakin' up
Never down with my baby, no fakin'
We don't even like to wait for freakin'
We don't even play about not speakin' (no)
All these bitches mad and I'm the reason
Baby hold it down, he ain't into bitches geekin'
I just wake up straight up and I pop shit
I saw all them hoes who think they're option
Cocky 'bout me, bitches know they not it (yeah)
No one does it like him, ain't it obvious
But they're just not my girl (they're just not my bae)
Ain't nothin' like my baby
And although they're fine
Gotta get home to mine, oh
They ain't nothin' like my girl
Ain't nothin' like my baby
Although they're fine
I gotta get home to mine, oh, woah
They tryna pree who with me behind the tints
You my number one pick, I put every other chick on the bench
I buy you gifts everyday so Christmas just a Monday
We at the bodega, her fit could hit the runway
One of one, my girl she ain't like many
Her face pretty and she shaped like Melii
Shit, I get around shawty and she make a nigga smile like Nelly
I still chase you but you mine already
Sittin' pretty and she stand on business
I pull up in the S-Class coupe, nobody could fit in this
It's date night, five-star nothing less
Then we headed to the crib to make a mess, girl, you blessed
Now I got you in a palace in the sky
That pussy got me thinkin' marriage in Dubai
Can't lie even if a nigga try
You the girl of my dreams, you the realest on the team, they just not you
Oh, but they're just not my girl (not my girl)
Ain't nothin' like my baby (nothin' like my baby, nah)
And although they're fine
Gotta get home to mine, oh
They ain't nothin' like my girl
Ain't nothin' like my baby
Although they're fine
I gotta get home to mine, oh, woah
Written by:
Curtis Anthony Jackson II, Audrey Ducasse
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