Last time that we f*cked, you just let it go
Guess I'm who you trust, you gave me a show
I know the real you
I know the real you
Put my number in your phone for a reason
All that you gotta do is call when you need it
Whatever you say, do it all just to please ya
Now we know
Like how she do what I say so
Niggas lay low when I came in
That shit remind me of St. Phillip
Just how the way we be swangin'
Then we go front stroke, back stroke, deep
Yeah, we go front stroke, back stroke, deep (oh-oh, ooh)
Can't say it on a sober night
Have patience for me, yeah
I was f*ckin' with you the whole time
That night at the club
We both fronted (ooh, oh)
We both fronted
Last time that we f*cked, you just let it go
Guess I'm who you trust, you gave me a show
I know the real you
I know the real-
(I know the real
I know the real you)
DESTIN CONRAD - AMBRÉ'S INTERLUDE Lyrics
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Last time that we f*cked, you just let it go
Guess I'm who you trust, you gave me a show
I know the real you
I know the real you
Put my number in your phone for a reason
All that you gotta do is call when you need it
Whatever you say, do it all just to please ya
Now we know
Like how she do what I say so
Niggas lay low when I came in
That shit remind me of St. Phillip
Just how the way we be swangin'
Then we go front stroke, back stroke, deep
Yeah, we go front stroke, back stroke, deep (oh-oh, ooh)
Can't say it on a sober night
Have patience for me, yeah
I was f*ckin' with you the whole time
That night at the club
We both fronted (ooh, oh)
We both fronted
Last time that we f*cked, you just let it go
Guess I'm who you trust, you gave me a show
I know the real you
I know the real-
(I know the real
I know the real you)
Guess I'm who you trust, you gave me a show
I know the real you
I know the real you
Put my number in your phone for a reason
All that you gotta do is call when you need it
Whatever you say, do it all just to please ya
Now we know
Like how she do what I say so
Niggas lay low when I came in
That shit remind me of St. Phillip
Just how the way we be swangin'
Then we go front stroke, back stroke, deep
Yeah, we go front stroke, back stroke, deep (oh-oh, ooh)
Can't say it on a sober night
Have patience for me, yeah
I was f*ckin' with you the whole time
That night at the club
We both fronted (ooh, oh)
We both fronted
Last time that we f*cked, you just let it go
Guess I'm who you trust, you gave me a show
I know the real you
I know the real-
(I know the real
I know the real you)
Writer: Destin Devon Conrad, India Amber Perkins
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC