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What You Heard


Fuck you mind up, Facetime
I'm prone to that, do it all the time
Keep your guards up, a waiting line
You don't need me, please believe me
This ain't easy, you know I been fiending
Let me unleash my demons on you

What's the word? Tell me what you heard
Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts
When I get you to myself, it's murder
What's the word? Tell me what you heard
Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts
When I get you to myself, it's murder

What you mean, you and me? I'm here all by myself
You around, she's around, just be polite and I'll leave for a hour
The fuck you call this? Hopeless, not romantic
I ain't got no kids so don't be so childish
You wilding, I be wilding too
And I like you, said, baby, look like you
Maybe we ain't so different, maybe I be tripping too

What's the word? Tell me what you heard
Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts
When I get you to myself, it's murder
What's the word? Tell me what you heard
Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts
When I get you to myself, it's murder

You ain't gotta worry
'Bout nothing, nothing
'Bout nothing, babe
You ain't gotta worry
Worry 'bout nothing, nothing
You ain't gotta worry
'Bout nothing, nothing

If he was a winner, girl, you wouldn't have to worry 'bout a damn thing
If I was up in it, shit, I bet a pound that I'd put it down
Like you'd forget that you was ever with him
And I hate talking 'bout my stroke game
But girl, I'm giving you the whole thing
I could put like twenty five on your finger, five for your shades
So you can't see these other niggas, they won't call you again
That's enough, I can see you're wasting time
'Fore you pay it out to me, know when the romp ends

I just wanna climb in, night and day, wanna stay
I'll be more open so keep it open
Gimme that

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