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Crush On You (Remix)

 

Crush On You (Remix)


Wha Wha
He got it going on
Wha Wha

Really though I just be gassing
Each and every one of these niggas to bring that cash in
My life like a movie, diamonds bling blow, reading out the caption
I like him better when he's fucked up and gashi
He like me better when I'm puffing O's, bombshell in Moschino
Hood bitch eating hot Cheetos
On my freaky deaky, he said it's nice to meet me
Then I stole his credit card and proceed to TD
Now I'm maxing out cards, driving foreign cars
CLS 550's and other Benz's, don't hurt your feelings
I'm still in the kitchen cooking crack with Mars, tryna get it where we fit in
I'm 'bout my bidness, body slip, on my fitness
Finesse ya nigga, laid up, Gucci linens
Lit mami, hood [?]
They gon' jump on my pussy when I start touring

I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listening to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not trying to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

Ayo shordy, I be in my bag, I'm in my Birkin
Freaked out [?] so I be biting when he's stroking
Pent house suite, top floor at [?]
Can't jack a corny nigga, feel me? That's for certain
So keep your own [?] got my own [?]
The piece is hitting of the dresser when I 'ply pressure
Hit a [?] in deeper, hope the man don't jam me up when I run 'round town
Cause he gon' throw shade when he can't get laid
Send a bunch of screenshots like he's throwing grenades
Blow me up to my man 'bout my escapades
That oochie wally wally, we could bang for days
He gon' beg for it, on his knees, singing notes
Imma tax that ass, pay my weaves and car notes
Back at Lee's in the V, deepthroat
The way he bees for these like the DC n' dope

I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listening to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not trying to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

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