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Wolfgang Daniels - You Got Me Lyrics



Wolfgang Daniels - You Got Me Lyrics
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This is a Wolfgang Original
Wolf I think it's time you let 'em eat on a beat
This is a Wolfgang Original
If you were worried 'bout where (If you worried)
I been or who I saw or (Who I saw)
What club I went to with my homies (Baby)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me (Worry, me)
If you were worried 'bout where (If you worried)
I been or who I saw or (Who I saw)
What club I went to with my homies (Baby)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me (Don't worry, you got me)
You got me, girl, and I'm only picking you
And even if I had to choose, girl, I'm only picking you
Cause what's a better view than waking up next to you
Girl, you got all my love, what else I have to prove
What I have to prove
That I am here to stay
I'm here to knock them fears away
And dry them tears that's on your face
And if we ever catch a case
I'ma teach you how to do the race
Bonnie and Clyde, baby, until death do us away
If you were worried 'bout where (If you worried)
I been or who I saw or (Who I saw)
What club I went to with my homies (Baby)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me (Worry, me)
If you were worried 'bout where (If you worried)
I been or who I saw or (Who I saw)
What club I went to with my homies (Baby)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me (Don't worry, you got me)
I'm just tryna let the world know, baby girl, you're mine
They call me King Slime and that's only by design
Cause when I slither in that pussy and I hit it from behind
You gon' back up on that anaconda
And go, hammer time, hammer time
There's one thing that I need to know
Can you drop it to the floor and drop it down just like a hoe
Drop it down into a split, handstand doing tricks
Drop it down into a split, handstand doing tricks
Baby, I'm just jocing the blunt right now
But this the part of the song where I confess my love to you
I just gotta show you I love you
Gotta tell you I love you
Gotta confirm that shit, baby
Cause there's no one above you
No one below you
No one, well everyone below you
But you know what it is, baby
I gotta do what I can
Do what I can't
Do what I can do
Above All
I gotta show you, you the one
And you got me
Yaya I see ya baby
We up
Bless up
Smoke up
Drink up
Cause we gotta get through this shit
We gotta get through this shit whether we love it or not
We them ones
We gon' purge our Father sins
Cause we great
We great, baby
I just want you to know I see the greatness in you and you see the greatness in me
We see the greatness in each other that's why it's meant to Bey
These niggas can't see us
Blunt or no blunt
Drink or no drink
Glasses, no glasses
They can't see us
Cause we them ones, baby
We gon' purge our Father sins
And get this shit together cause we them ones
I love you
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This is a Wolfgang Original
Wolf I think it's time you let 'em eat on a beat
This is a Wolfgang Original
If you were worried 'bout where (If you worried)
I been or who I saw or (Who I saw)
What club I went to with my homies (Baby)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me (Worry, me)
If you were worried 'bout where (If you worried)
I been or who I saw or (Who I saw)
What club I went to with my homies (Baby)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me (Don't worry, you got me)
You got me, girl, and I'm only picking you
And even if I had to choose, girl, I'm only picking you
Cause what's a better view than waking up next to you
Girl, you got all my love, what else I have to prove
What I have to prove
That I am here to stay
I'm here to knock them fears away
And dry them tears that's on your face
And if we ever catch a case
I'ma teach you how to do the race
Bonnie and Clyde, baby, until death do us away
If you were worried 'bout where (If you worried)
I been or who I saw or (Who I saw)
What club I went to with my homies (Baby)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me (Worry, me)
If you were worried 'bout where (If you worried)
I been or who I saw or (Who I saw)
What club I went to with my homies (Baby)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me (Don't worry, you got me)
I'm just tryna let the world know, baby girl, you're mine
They call me King Slime and that's only by design
Cause when I slither in that pussy and I hit it from behind
You gon' back up on that anaconda
And go, hammer time, hammer time
There's one thing that I need to know
Can you drop it to the floor and drop it down just like a hoe
Drop it down into a split, handstand doing tricks
Drop it down into a split, handstand doing tricks
Baby, I'm just jocing the blunt right now
But this the part of the song where I confess my love to you
I just gotta show you I love you
Gotta tell you I love you
Gotta confirm that shit, baby
Cause there's no one above you
No one below you
No one, well everyone below you
But you know what it is, baby
I gotta do what I can
Do what I can't
Do what I can do
Above All
I gotta show you, you the one
And you got me
Yaya I see ya baby
We up
Bless up
Smoke up
Drink up
Cause we gotta get through this shit
We gotta get through this shit whether we love it or not
We them ones
We gon' purge our Father sins
Cause we great
We great, baby
I just want you to know I see the greatness in you and you see the greatness in me
We see the greatness in each other that's why it's meant to Bey
These niggas can't see us
Blunt or no blunt
Drink or no drink
Glasses, no glasses
They can't see us
Cause we them ones, baby
We gon' purge our Father sins
And get this shit together cause we them ones
I love you
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Writer: Tarik L. Collins, Jill H. Scott, Ahmir K. Thompson, Scott Spencer Storch
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Peermusic Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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