Cameron Jordan - Silhouette Lyrics

Damn, this bitch fine
Thinking 'bout making her mine
Shawty, she taking my mind
I'm thinking 'bout breaking her spine
I'm thinking I'll make her pasta
And steak, with the flake and hit it with lime
Shawty, she beg me stay
She a feeling way
She hitting my line
I told her that I'm on my way
10 mins away
I'm still in the ride
Shawty, I promise that when I hit
I'mma take it slow and do my time
We don't even need the wine
But I'mma need a place where I can smoke
Baby girl, I moved back home
So I need a place where I can stroke
Ex moved my box to the left
So I need a place where I can go
Nah shawty, I ain't moving in
But I'm moving ends
All money out
Now It's coming in
Better sink or swim
If you roll with them
But if you roll with me
I'll keep you company
Like a cup tea
I'll let you f*ck for free
I ain't nuthin' cheap
If I rent a room
It's not the Doubletree
I'm in Hollywood, I'm at the Double VV
Or the W
Too much ass, it's just one of you
If I'm '1 of 1', then you '1 of 2'
Nah I'm playing, you got the 1up boo
'Bout to resurrect just to f*ck on you
Bounce to a check just love on you
We can f*ck on 4s
We can f*ck on 2s
F*ck on floors
We can f*ck on roofs
We can mix the the lore
We can f*ck the truth
We can sidestep it
It ain't nothing new
But if you f*ck with me
Then I (f*ck with you)
If you f*ck with me
Then I (f*ck with you)
If you f*ck with me
Then I f*ck with you...

Damn!
Still in my bag
Damn, I'm might drop a bag
I feeling the vibe
And she got some class
She popping a tag
She shopping at Sax
Me?
I'm pulling out the stacks
I shop at the Rack
I shop at the GAP
F*ck it, I'm pulling her still
I maybe in love but I gotta chill
Every kiss I get from the bitch
It give me chills
Then I pay a bill
Probably all part of her plan
I ain't mad
I'm probably gon f*ck with her still
She probably f*ck on me still
Cuz I'm coolest than most
So maybe it's real
Even dead broke or deal
But most of you niggas be broke with a deal
Nobody swagging like me
She making it clap, I'm making a beat
I'm done in a week - end
Then I pull up and repeat
She- stepping, I'm between the sheets
She- throwing it back, she a freak
Water! Pussy faucet like a leak
I looked in her closet
And she got a leash (What?)
She said, she popping on grams
Got more than one fan
She got a lease
I respect it
I give her some chips
And Gave a her whip
Told her get naked
Got king in her box like it checkers
Yeah, that pussy get spun record
Living room scratching the vinyl
She off the Whitney, hitting the high notes
Beats by the pound, I'm feeling the pressure
Damn!

Damn! I'm in love with this bitch
(She probably gon' f*ck with me still,
I'm cooler than most so maybe it's real)

Damn! I'm in love with this bitch
(Nobody swagging like me, She making it
Clap, I'm making a beat)