Fuck you baby
You ain’t entitled to my time
I'm raising hell
And all you wanted was my line
I carry baggage, carry shit I do not like
I feel you waiting on me from the other side
Stay working on your goals
I'm down to watch you grow
But I’ll be eating on the road
I bake rhymes baby
(I bake it baby)
Won’t you please just draw a line
Take your time
Said my baby
Oh no, I'm yours
Caught in the way you like it
Meltdown that ring bought me
Still wanna take me out then?
Pure gold, my color
Pretty with no time for ya
Still takes me out for dinner
You taste that?
Take me out then!
Not trying to confuse what I like but
Playing through this flame
Has got me a little hotter than I was before
You got me fucked up baby
You got me fucked up
Sick pick as a bass
Grooving, girls looking
Boys out of pocket
If you apply for love
I’ve gotta double-check your references
You’re sick on the bass beat baby
Hoping now that I don’t cry myself to sleep
Is this the way I love?
Say I take your time
Now's the time
Don’t make her read your mind
Oh no, I'm yours
Caught in the way you like it
Meltdown that ring you bought me
Still wanna take me out then?
Pure gold, my color
Pretty with no time for ya
Still takes me out for dinner
You taste that?
Take me out then!
Oh no, I'm yours
Caught in the way you like it
Meltdown that ring you bought me
Still wanna take me out then?
Pure gold, my color
Pretty with no time for ya
Still takes me out for dinner
You taste that?
Take me out then!
Oh baby, baby sugar's tasting angry
Sugar’s not my name see
Getting hotter
Leave me for the thrill
Not today, please
Hotter when you hate me
No, I won’t forget ya
But hot and cold is all I know
Is all
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