W∆YOUT - Genuine Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look, I'm a gentleman and I flex it Go knock on the door, I don't text it
She was testin', now she textin' her best friend He impressive, on to the sexin

Live tunes, got drunk, now we in the groove Real niggas don't dance, we bust a move
Oh, we grip and we grind, she wants, my rhythm inside
This guy, is rare, like he's vintage Not in the collection, he's missin
Malleable, valuable, like gold Flammable, I might blow

Yeah, what's in store? It's old-fashioned Guaranteed satisfaction, never lackin
Best believe that you know a young nigga taxin' Bout my business, no slackin
Bad suitors tie me up with distractions So I cut the strings, you're extracted, yeah
And don't ask me later on, when you see I'm on

What happened? So many places laid my head, though
From the country to the metro Shorty say that I am retro, yeah
Come bounce with me and get jiggy She gon' have sex with me in a minute
She was kinda timid, encouraged to push her limits, boundaries

She's indifferent, how did she get submissive? Hit the weed, now shorty trippin
She ain't used to the truth and her lungs We get loose and have fun, embrace youth
Cause you only live once, be true, you ain't gotta be numb
It's okay to have some f*cks to give laxative Yeah, I gave a shit quite a bit

So, every way that I come Know that it's straight, genuine
Yeah, it's genuine, yeah
So, every way that I come Know that it's straight, genuine
We get drunk on adrenaline Slumped on extended blunt, yeah

We get wavy up in the town Gettin' it down with my lady
Yeah, we get wavy up in the town Gettin' it down with my lady
Yeah, wavy up in the town Gettin' it down with my lady
Yeah, it's so crazy up in the town Gettin' it down with my lady

I grab that ass in the function I want you bad, ain't no time for the frontin
That nigga synthetic, always a headache I give you new memories, tell him forget it
I stay true to the me and she's flattered Her attention I captured, not like the slackers
He's a hundred like centuries And it seems the rest manufactured

Yeah, so, every way that I come Know that it's straight, genuine
Yeah, it's genuine, yeah
So, every way that I come Know that it's straight, genuine
We get drunk on adrenaline Slumped on extended blunt, yeah

We get wavy up in the town Gettin' it down with my lady
Yeah, we get wavy up in the town Gettin' it down with my lady
Yeah, wavy up in the town Gettin' it down with my lady
Yeah, it's so crazy up in the town Gettin' it down with my lady

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'll give you new memories tell him forget it