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Aye girl, it's obvious you fine I just wanna know what's deep inside your mind Maybe be 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 trying to make you mine Aye 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 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 the type of beauty that inspired this verse So what's up I'd be lying if I said I didn't want a cup 'a It's deeper than that Getting knee deep in the cat I'm looking for that ride or die type of woman That's whatever 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 they minds I'm like fuck a muzzle Cuz I got the feeling you're the missing piece to my puzzle Aye girl, it's obvious you fine I just wanna know what's deep inside your mind Maybe be 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 trying to make you mine Aye 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 suburbs 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 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 would have never guessed I never graduated Cuz the way I put my words together she infatuated Mama I don't want no drama and I'm serious Pause like a comma for 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 Imma 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 Aye girl, it's obvious you fine I just wanna know what's deep inside your mind Maybe be 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 trying to make you mine Aye 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 |