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Ari Lennox

Chicago Boy

 

Chicago Boy

(album: Shea Butter Baby - 2019)


Woah, woah, woah woah

Needed some Ricolas
Stepped in CVS
Saw you in the corner
I was looking a mess
You didn't notice
Jason was instigating
I wanna bring you closer
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting

Said listen, baby
I know that I'm speeding up this vibe
Is you gon' judge me
If I fuck you before I catch this flight?
No freaking worries
I just want to get you comfortable
I need you now
But I don't want to get your feelings broke
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Why your smile so pearly
Earrings look like dimes
It's not a deal breaker
You'll be fly in time
Won't you come to my show
After we can leave
Rid all your clothes
Lost in the sheets
Get lost in the sheets

Said listen, baby
I know I'm speeding up this vibes
Is you gon' judge me
If I fuck you before I catch this flight?
No freaking worries
I just want to get you comfortable
I need you now
Boy I don't want to get your feelings broke
Yeah yeah yeah
Wanna get your feelings broke?
No, no
Wanna get your feelings broke?

Might
Might bend it over
Love you like Sosa
Rose Royce on my iPhone
Need you a little longer
Ricolas ain't doing enough for me
On this east
Baby where you at now?

Ooh
Ooh
Oooh
Ooh, ooh oh

All the niggas in here leave, please
On the count of three
I need to talk to my bitches
All the niggas in here
Cause it's about to get real
I need to know if you guys are really ready to be my friends
Because it gets real, it gets gross, it gets terrifying
Are you ready
Niggas get the hell out
If you are a part of my job label, Go
Right now
Cause its about to get disgusting
It's about to get so fucking freaky
Get out

done

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