He wears high trimmed pan Stripes are really yellow Love will make you drink and gamble Make you stay out all night long repeat But if you treat me right baby I'll stay home everyday Love is just like the faucet It turns off and on My man don't love me

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same

Is it really picture perfect? Well I'ma wait my turn then 'cause I know we gon' burn it Yeah, picture perfect I, I, I apologize for the times that he hurt you Realize it, you know he don't deserve you If you were mine, girl, I'd show you what you're

What's your name? Oh, I really wanna know I turn around You're there again Then suddenly you're gone I wanna get to know you But I don't know who you are

(You really turn me on) (You knock me off of my feet) (My lonely days are gone) (The way you make me feel) The way you make me feel You really turn me on You knock me off of my feet Go on girl! My lonely days are gone

You only hold me up like this Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness 'Cause all of our moves make up for the silence Like I'll never be the same 'Cause you don't know who I really am And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase I've got

Sadly sings destiny I can feel it's getting nearer Images they'll turn out clearer Creeps in and out of your mind I'm destiny personified I know there's something more behind But is it really justified To sacrifice

I've been anticipating This is our song they're playing I want to rock with you You're feeling this right let's do this tonight(Yeah yeah) Gotta really let me know if you want me You gotta turn me on and make me feel sexy You gotta show me you've got

(You really turn me on) (You knock me off of my feet) (My lonely days are gone) (The way you make me feel) The way you make me feel You really turn me on You knock me off of my feet Go on girl! My lonely days are gone

You got niggas and I got bitches I want you, to turn up on me Every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Even look like Lauren London too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit