Aye Girl

Lyrics

[Chorus: Logic] Ayy, girl, it's obvious you fine I just wanna know what's deep inside your mind, maybe we could Play girl, I hope you ain't got no man If you do I understand, but I'm tryna make plans That body one of a kind I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't tryna make you mine Ayy, girl, I could give you my number You could give me whatever, we'll have a hell of a time [Verse 1: Logic] What up, baby girl? Won't you come here I put it on my life I seen you somewhere, where you stay at? I'll come there, ha Ain't no stalkin' shit, I just wanna talk and shit Maybe grab a bike then have to walk a bit I just wanna converse, come on, baby, ain't no need to disperse Shorty got that type of beauty that inspired this verse, so what's up? I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't wanna cut, but It's deeper than that, gettin' knee deep in the cat I'm lookin' for that ride or die type of women, it's whatever I could be your King, you could be my Coretta Ain't no better, get you wetter, fuck 'em all Think outside the box, baby girl, you know I ball Yes, you know I want it all, so make that shit a double This is Young Sinatra and I'm risin' from the rubble People never say what's on they mind, I'm like, "Fuck a muzzle" 'Cause I got the feelin' you're the missin' piece to my puzzle [Chorus: Logic] Ayy, girl, it's obvious you fine I just wanna know what's deep inside your mind, maybe we could Play girl, I hope you ain't got no man If you do I understand, but I'm tryna make plans That body one of a kind I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't tryna make you mine Ayy, girl, I could give you my number You could give me whatever, we'll have a hell of a time [Verse 2: Logic] Whatever she wants, I let her pick it like a fence from the suburb Everything coach but a plane ticket, ya heard? We real all the time, that's my word Catch me in the cut tryna book her like a nerd She a Redbone bobby-soxer, I had to stop her, huh Shorty a dime, so you know I'm tryna cop her Pop a bottle at our table periodically Now check the science of that last line, do it logically, no stoppin' me, I Bet she woulda never guessed I never graduated 'Cause the way I put my words together, she infatuated Mama, I don't want no drama and I'm serious Pause like a comma 'fore I end it like a period, now Girl, don't treat me like your ex-man I'm a beast on the track, but if I am your next man I'ma treat you tender, huh Take it slow like when video render I remember when I seen you for the first time It was special like when I wrote my first rhyme So if all I do is grind and never sleep Then how in the hell is me and the girl of my dreams supposed to meet? [Chorus: Logic] Ayy, girl, it's obvious you fine I just wanna know what's deep inside your mind, maybe we could Play girl, I hope you ain't got no man If you do I understand, but I'm tryna make plans That body one of a kind I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't tryna make you mine Ayy, girl, I could give you my number You could give me whatever, we'll have a hell of a time [Outro: Salma Hayek] I happen to think there's an explanation beyond reason, beyond logic, that brought you right to this very spot