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Nah i dont do this shit very often
But i happened to notice you when you walked in
And say you got a man, this might cost him
You hear alone theres a reason you aint brought him
Baby come fuck with a playaa
He bring you down girl but ima put you way up
Cocoa butter skin, I'm lovin' all your flavors
Baby come and fuck with a playaa
She a bad lil bitch and she know it
And that ass is all hers, she gon show it
Know all the right angels when she posing
She a bad lil bitch and she know, I know she know it
I aint a flirt, I got manners
I aint got preferences, I got standards
Leave that nigga in the past, he dont matter
Fuck with a playa, I aint worried bout who had ya
When she in her zone yall in danger
With a bag full of coins I wouldnt change her
Even if you called Joes (Trader Joes) I wouldnt trade her
Yo bitch koo, but my bitch lookin major
Nah I dont do this shit very often
But I happened to notice you when you walked in
And say you got a man, this might cost him
You hear alone theres a reason you aint brought him
Baby come fuck with a playaa
He bring you down girl but ima put you way up
Cocoa butter skin, I'm lovin' all your flavors
Baby come and fuck with a playaa
Nah I dont do this shit very often
Aint no rollie on her wrist, but she watching
Honestly, I felt yo presence when you walked in
I bet that pussy got some power like you austin
Let me show you something that yo man wont
This aint no visual teaching, girl this is hands on
Hit the crib, we aint gotta let ya man know
Have you hitting high notes like soprano
Hit the lights, while I blow out all these candles
When i lick it, Im just flickin thru your channels
Dont be shy, unbutton down that flannel
Baby I wont give you nothing you can handle
Nah I dont do this shit very often
But I happened to notice you when you walked in
And say you got a man, this might cost him
You hear alone theres a reason you aint brought him
Baby come fuck with a playaa
He bring you down girl but ima put you way up
Cocoa butter skin, I'm lovin' all your flavors
Baby come and fuck with a playaa
But i happened to notice you when you walked in
And say you got a man, this might cost him
You hear alone theres a reason you aint brought him
Baby come fuck with a playaa
He bring you down girl but ima put you way up
Cocoa butter skin, I'm lovin' all your flavors
Baby come and fuck with a playaa
She a bad lil bitch and she know it
And that ass is all hers, she gon show it
Know all the right angels when she posing
She a bad lil bitch and she know, I know she know it
I aint a flirt, I got manners
I aint got preferences, I got standards
Leave that nigga in the past, he dont matter
Fuck with a playa, I aint worried bout who had ya
When she in her zone yall in danger
With a bag full of coins I wouldnt change her
Even if you called Joes (Trader Joes) I wouldnt trade her
Yo bitch koo, but my bitch lookin major
Nah I dont do this shit very often
But I happened to notice you when you walked in
And say you got a man, this might cost him
You hear alone theres a reason you aint brought him
Baby come fuck with a playaa
He bring you down girl but ima put you way up
Cocoa butter skin, I'm lovin' all your flavors
Baby come and fuck with a playaa
Nah I dont do this shit very often
Aint no rollie on her wrist, but she watching
Honestly, I felt yo presence when you walked in
I bet that pussy got some power like you austin
Let me show you something that yo man wont
This aint no visual teaching, girl this is hands on
Hit the crib, we aint gotta let ya man know
Have you hitting high notes like soprano
Hit the lights, while I blow out all these candles
When i lick it, Im just flickin thru your channels
Dont be shy, unbutton down that flannel
Baby I wont give you nothing you can handle
Nah I dont do this shit very often
But I happened to notice you when you walked in
And say you got a man, this might cost him
You hear alone theres a reason you aint brought him
Baby come fuck with a playaa
He bring you down girl but ima put you way up
Cocoa butter skin, I'm lovin' all your flavors
Baby come and fuck with a playaa
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Writer(s): Kyron Frazier-ward
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