Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby I'm not that innocent Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends

Send me some lovin' Send it, I pray How can I keep loving you Only when you're so far, far away? Ooh, send me your kisses Why don't you send it, my dear So I can hold you And pretend, yeah, you are here Why don't you send me your kisses?

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I don't know what I'm worth, yeah I've been broke since my birth, yeah Too much hoes in my search, yeah I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And I wish I could fly a jet with her, and have sex

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, uh! For too long, for too long Oh yeah yeah 'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven Yeah you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven 'Cause your sex takes me to paradise Yeah your sex takes me to

I ain't tryin' to hang with you (oh oh oh) I can tell you dangerous (oh oh oh) Shit just ain't the same with you (oh oh oh) I can tell you dangerous (yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, come on I know you too well Check myself, I don't need you But it's getting late,

Uh, they let me in it (In it) I'm like hold up, wait a minute (Minute) They be like, "Oh, that's Melly, yeah, the menace" (Okay) I be like, "No, lil' bitch" (No, lil' bitch) Suck on it slow, lil' bitch (Suck on it slow) Fuck on the floor, lil' bitch

Toujours à dire qu'j'suis un salaud (ouais) J'vais voir ailleurs pour voir si t'es là J'te jure, j'l'ai baisée seulement qu'une fois, oh Oh baby, dis-moi c'que je fais (yeah) Un jour, tu m'aimes, un jour, tu n'm'aimes pas (non) Oh baby, dis-moi c'que

Iced out chain (yeah) Iced out ring (yeah) Yeah she love my diamonds That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) Foreign bitch with me (huh?) She do anything White diamonds on my wrist Bitch it's Gucci Gang (yeah) Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down If you can hold on Yeah, you know you got to help me out You know you got to help me out You're gonna bring yourself down Is there room

I'm a songwriter My only weapon is my pen And the frame of mind I'm in And the things I flash on everyday They all reflect in what I say Oh yeah, a poet