Nxxy - WANT ME (feat. Macuson) Lyrics

You know I love you, you know you a star
Yeah, I miss you every time we talk
Yeah, you deserve the world, I ain't even capping
You're my little star

Shout out to my lil bro he a superstar
When I get rich, I'mma buy your car
Promise u mamá I'mma make you happy
I'mma make you proud

I'mma buy you everything you want
Everything that you call bizarre
When I stack up my money, this bread we go and fly to Mars
Shout out to my little sis, you know it's coming from my heart

Do you want a gold
Chain
Or some earrings, a purse, or a bag
And these bitches, they want me

Swear to God that they want me
And these bitches be lying
Swear to God that they lying
All the shit I be buying

And these bitches be crying
I don't even start trying
And these bitches replying
He's trying to stuck up my mood

This bitch on me, yea she's approved
Getting all these blues like it's clues
She want me, yeah, yeah, she refuse
Yeah, she love some, looney cartoons

I'mma take you out to the moon
And I love the smell of your perfume, oh
Let me to die, I know how it felt
Felt like a super high, you let me out

Open up, poured in, head of my hatred
I'm only 14, I hop in this track
Felt like 10, 10, I'm like, guess he not here, no
Guess he not social, he don't wanna be here

Rest of my bitch, my brother, he would be here, no
Got set on my instant, I beg, I don't pay for it
Guess he be lying, I know how to fact check
Yeah, grab you a calculator

Calculate out my checks, you know where the bag at
Keep on lying like I don't give a f*ck
Pull up to the girl crib, you know how it felt
Skin concealer, straight to the bed

Locked to the door, you know how to f*ck her
First time chills, you know how that feels
And these bitches, they want me
Swear to God that they want me

And they all, they be lying
Swear to God, they be lying
All this shit, I be buying
And these bitches be crying

I don't even start trying
And these bitches replying
Give it up, I have my glory, I got
Glory to the mother that robbed me in this world

Without her, baby, it don't make sense
Guess I don't gotta ask her
Buy all her clothes, she ain't askin
Name that brand Louie cc

Wanna have pizza and get you cc
Runnin' to the bank, you can't catch that shit
And these bitches, they want me
Swear to God that they want me

And these bitches be lying
Swear to God, they be lying
All this shit, I be buying
And these bitches be crying

I don't even start trying
And these bitches be crying