Aye Girl
(专辑: Young Sinatra: Undeniable - 2012)
Ayy, girl, it's obvious you fine I
just wanna know what's deep inside your mind, maybe we could Play girl, I
hope you ain't got no man If you do I
understand, but I'm tryna make plans That body one of a
kind I'd be lying if I
said I
wasn't tryna make you mine Ayy, girl, I
could give you my number You could give me whatever, we'll have a
hell of a
time What up, baby girl? Won't you come here I
put it on my life I
seen you somewhere, where you stay at? I'll come there, ha Ain't no stalking shit, I
just wanna talk and shit Maybe grab a
bite then after walk a
bit, I
just wanna converse Come on, baby, ain't no need to disperse Shorty got that type of beauty that inspired this verse, so wassup? I'd be lying if I
said I
didn't wanna cut, but It's deeper then that, getting knee deep in the
cat I'm looking for that ride or die type of women, it's what ever I
could be your King, you could be my Coretta Ain't no better, get you wetter, fuck 'em all Think outside the
box, baby girl, you know I
ball Yes, you know I
want it all, so make that shit a
double This is Young Sinatra and I'm rising from the
rubble People never say what's on their mind, I'm like, "Fuck a
muzzle" 'Cause I
got the
feeling you're the
missing piece to my puzzle Ayy, girl, it's obvious you fine I
just wanna know what's deep inside your mind, maybe we could Play girl, I
hope you ain't got no man If you do I
understand, but I'm tryna make plans That body one of a
kind I'd be lying if I
said I
wasn't tryna make you mine Ayy, girl, I
could give you my number You could give me whatever, we'll have a
hell of a
time Whatever she wants I
let her pick it like a
fence from the
suburb Everything coach but her plane ticket, ya heard? We real all the
time, that's my word Catch me in the
cut tryna book her like a
nerd She a
red bone bobby-soxer, I
had to stop her Ha, shorty a
dime, so you know I'm tryna cop her Pop a
bottle at our table periodically Now check the
science of that last line, do it logically, no stopping me, I
Bet she woulda never guessed I
never graduated 'Cause the
way I
put my words together she infatuated Mama, I
don't want no drama and I'm serious Pause like a
comma 'fore I
end it like a
period, now Girl, don't treat me like your ex-man I'm a
beast on the
track, but if I
am your next man I'ma treat you tender Take it slow like one video render I
remember when I
seen you for the
first time It was special like when I
wrote my first rhyme So if all I
do is grind and never sleep Then how in the
hell is me and the
girl of my dreams supposed to meet? Ayy, girl, it's obvious you fine I
just wanna know what's deep inside your mind, maybe we could Play girl, I
hope you ain't got no man If you do I
understand, but I'm tryna make plans That body one of a
kind I'd be lying if I
said I
wasn't tryna make you mine Ayy, girl, I
could give you my number You could give me whatever, we'll have a
hell of a
time I
happen to think there's an explanation beyond reason, beyond (Logic), that brought you right to this very spot