Bedsheets

Lyrics

[Chorus] Truing, baby girl, I want you Where you goin'? What you doin'? Hit me up, I come through Ain't nothin' to it but to do it Style you up, baby, I'm here Thousand bucks for your eyewear Ass on you hefty, you the bomb Girl, we should be on my bedsheets, word is bond Smell like flowers who use [?], you the bomb Lay your ass down on my bedsheets, swear to God [Verse 1] Fly you to Peru and ma, better yet I'm gon' buy your ass a unicorn, better bet I ain't lying, that's the truest though, cheddar checks I got all this cash, get you involved to the death Got all of that ass on her, pop Remy and splash on her Chase it with her bathwater (taste good, taste good) Her last man got fast on her, no way I could pass on her Park up and the crash on her, yeah, yeah Moving, making my pay Let me scoop you up inside and [?] take you away Man, I swear she got to be the sweetest that I ever seen Pull up in that ride, we get to steaming on that evergreen [Chorus] Truing, baby girl, I want you Where you goin'? What you doin'? Hit me up, I come through Ain't nothin' to it but to do it Style you up, baby, I'm here Thousand bucks for your eyewear Ass on you hefty, you the bomb Girl, we should be on my bedsheets, word is bond Smell like flowers who use [?], you the bomb Lay your ass down on my bedsheets, swear to God [Verse 2] Your girl get killed though on my bedsheets, they silk yo Gotta ask how it feel though, come through, we kick it like filcos I'm cool just like you expected, no fool, I like it in sex bitch So cute, the type I could f' with, so cute, the type I could f' with Pop a pill, wake up, then, roll again I gots them bills, them shits be rolling in She roll it fire, yeah, we blowing wind She hit the dryer with them rollers in, with them rollers in Def', man, she's definitely mine, extra lips every time Textin' me, later she gon' be sexing me, bet that she grind Def', man, she's definitely mine, extra lips every time Textin' me, later she gon' be sexing me, bet that she grind [Chorus] Truing, baby girl, I want you Where you goin'? What you doin'? Hit me up, I come through Ain't nothin' to it but to do it Style you up, baby, I'm here Thousand bucks for your eyewear Ass on you hefty, you the bomb Girl, we should be on my bedsheets, word is bond Smell like flowers who use [?], you the bomb Lay your ass down on my bedsheets, swear to God