Alright (Whatcha Say) [Bonus Track]
Baby roll with me (roll with me, yea)
Baby I'll leave the gang (I'm on my way)
We can groove the beat (I'll cook it up yea)
Or we can make the bed sang
Whatcha say?
WYA
Those dots surface right away, yea
Hit ya on the iPhone 7
Get you home, hit you to ELEVEN
What time is it?
Imma dollar bill, but they counterfeit
Rain drippin down the window pain
Beats playin while you say my name, yea
Fuck a rhyme or reason
Springtime my favorite season
Petals blooming in the sun
Like your body when you cum
Make all the noise you want, baby
Just don't run yea yea
Baby roll with me (roll with me, yea)
Baby I'll leave the gang (I'm on my way)
We can groove the beat (I'll cook it up yea)
Or we can make the bed sang
Whatcha say?
Whatcha say? Whatcha say?
Whatcha say? Whatcha say?
Alright, alright, alright
You gon learn tonight
Temper short like Kevin
But I ain't got the heart to fight, no no
Baby roll with me (roll with me, yea)
Baby I'll leave the gang (I'm on my way)
We can groove the beat (I'll cook it up yea)
Or we can make the bed sang
Whatcha say?
Alright
Alright, yea yea
Alright
Alright, yea yea
Alright
Alright, alright, alright yea yea
Baby I'll leave the gang (I'm on my way)
We can groove the beat (I'll cook it up yea)
Or we can make the bed sang
Whatcha say?
WYA
Those dots surface right away, yea
Hit ya on the iPhone 7
Get you home, hit you to ELEVEN
What time is it?
Imma dollar bill, but they counterfeit
Rain drippin down the window pain
Beats playin while you say my name, yea
Fuck a rhyme or reason
Springtime my favorite season
Petals blooming in the sun
Like your body when you cum
Make all the noise you want, baby
Just don't run yea yea
Baby roll with me (roll with me, yea)
Baby I'll leave the gang (I'm on my way)
We can groove the beat (I'll cook it up yea)
Or we can make the bed sang
Whatcha say?
Whatcha say? Whatcha say?
Whatcha say? Whatcha say?
Alright, alright, alright
You gon learn tonight
Temper short like Kevin
But I ain't got the heart to fight, no no
Baby roll with me (roll with me, yea)
Baby I'll leave the gang (I'm on my way)
We can groove the beat (I'll cook it up yea)
Or we can make the bed sang
Whatcha say?
Alright
Alright, yea yea
Alright
Alright, yea yea
Alright
Alright, alright, alright yea yea
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffley Michel, Mark Amani Pierre
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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