Print

I can't fault you if I let you in, baby I can't fault you if I let you in (It's that trappin' in London fa' sho') Oh, baby, let me in, yeah, ah Yeah, baby, twerk that Baby, when you hit that shit, it's like the bullseye And when you take a pic, get my good side When you 'round me, baby, please don't bring your hood side I play it on repeat You know when you put it on me I ain't tryna help, you probably see What it's gon' be I guess I can't say This the type of shit I do When you fucking with a real one, baby Real one When you fucking with the real one This the type of shit I do When you fucking with a real one, baby Real one When you fucking with the real one Yeah, she love it when I (Talk to 'em) Look inside the mirror, see the realest of 'em all Letras de cancionesI know she a real one, I'm accepting all your flaws Dip inside that pussy, got me splashin' in that raw You know I get to it, I make millions when I talk (Talk) Jump inside that jet, get that fashion from New York (Talk) Even on your best, it don't matter what it cost Grippin' on your breast, while I'm beating down them walls Yeah, baby, twerk that Baby, when you hit that shit, it's like the bullseye And when you take a pic, get my good side When you 'round me, baby, please don't bring your hood side I play it on repeat You know when you put it on me I ain't tryna help, you probably see What it's gon' be I guess I can't say Go deep That's some freaks talking Four sea- Meet me up at the Four seasons (This the type of shit I do) (When you fucking with a real one, baby) Go deep That's some freaks talking Four sea- Meet me up at the Four seasons From Letras Mania