Some spicy butter pecan a soft native touch
Creamy French vanilla maybe chocolate deluxe
Listen love Ion think I'm asking for much
Corn rows for the summer an Afro for the winter
You're more than a snack but a full course dinner
It's not fair how you wake up how you went to bed
Super cool ain't mad that I got drunk and peed the bed
Hair appointment mani pedi on the weekly
I get it mami
You wanna play girlie girl
But health is wealth
I beg you babygirl please don't lose yourself
If I don't catch your call that don't mean that I'm not missing you
We be busy so if I don't pick up all you gotta do
The love is real but they don't know what time it is
The hate is real too so just kill'em with your kindness
When they can't compete all they can do is hate
Babygirl I promise you bad just the way you was made
You don't need those bumper stickers I think we both know as much
Since they bother you so much let me fill in your stretch marks
You got your grind I got my hustle only times we apart
Through my hardest days I always need my soft escape
My baby super thick she broke the measures on the tape,
We always having issues cause we cohabitate
We always seem to blur that line between love and hate
She turns me on when she tells me go to hell
A heart with good intention lives a life that's full of hell
Ima bout to give her something she can go run and tell
When I beat up her guts just call me rotel
Both of us be busy so if I don't pick up all you gotta do
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Some spicy butter pecan a soft native touch
Creamy French vanilla maybe chocolate deluxe
Listen love Ion think I'm asking for much
Corn rows for the summer an Afro for the winter
You're more than a snack but a full course dinner
It's not fair how you wake up how you went to bed
Super cool ain't mad that I got drunk and peed the bed
Hair appointment mani pedi on the weekly
I get it mami
You wanna play girlie girl
But health is wealth
I beg you babygirl please don't lose yourself
If I don't catch your call that don't mean that I'm not missing you
We be busy so if I don't pick up all you gotta do
The love is real but they don't know what time it is
The hate is real too so just kill'em with your kindness
When they can't compete all they can do is hate
Babygirl I promise you bad just the way you was made
You don't need those bumper stickers I think we both know as much
Since they bother you so much let me fill in your stretch marks
You got your grind I got my hustle only times we apart
Through my hardest days I always need my soft escape
My baby super thick she broke the measures on the tape,
We always having issues cause we cohabitate
We always seem to blur that line between love and hate
She turns me on when she tells me go to hell
A heart with good intention lives a life that's full of hell
Ima bout to give her something she can go run and tell
When I beat up her guts just call me rotel
Both of us be busy so if I don't pick up all you gotta do
Creamy French vanilla maybe chocolate deluxe
Listen love Ion think I'm asking for much
Corn rows for the summer an Afro for the winter
You're more than a snack but a full course dinner
It's not fair how you wake up how you went to bed
Super cool ain't mad that I got drunk and peed the bed
Hair appointment mani pedi on the weekly
I get it mami
You wanna play girlie girl
But health is wealth
I beg you babygirl please don't lose yourself
If I don't catch your call that don't mean that I'm not missing you
We be busy so if I don't pick up all you gotta do
The love is real but they don't know what time it is
The hate is real too so just kill'em with your kindness
When they can't compete all they can do is hate
Babygirl I promise you bad just the way you was made
You don't need those bumper stickers I think we both know as much
Since they bother you so much let me fill in your stretch marks
You got your grind I got my hustle only times we apart
Through my hardest days I always need my soft escape
My baby super thick she broke the measures on the tape,
We always having issues cause we cohabitate
We always seem to blur that line between love and hate
She turns me on when she tells me go to hell
A heart with good intention lives a life that's full of hell
Ima bout to give her something she can go run and tell
When I beat up her guts just call me rotel
Both of us be busy so if I don't pick up all you gotta do
Writer: Jose Oyola
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid