PAROLES

[Intro: Fetty Wap]
Drink a little bit of that Polar Spring
You know what I’m sayin’?
I’ma talk my shit though
I don’t know if I’ma talk my shit about you or I’ma talk my shit about me, but I’ma talk my shit
I’ma [?] I’ma pop my shit, that’s what I do, shit
Yeah, yeah
Niggas ain’t ever even heard me on no shit like this before, like
I’m usually the one doin’ the singing, haha
Haha, Zoovie
2020, it’s just sometimes, you gotta switch it up on these niggas, man
‘Cause some of these niggas, they really not on your level, man (Yeah)
Y’all niggas got a lot of catchin’ up to do (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
Let’s paint a picture for ’em, baby, real artist shit
Girl, it’s only me and you, now that’s a partnership
I compliment you everyday, girl, I love thе way you do it
Business savvy, plus she classy, always vibin’ to her music
And shе ain’t never late, that money call, she gettin’ to it
Always dot her I’s and cross her T’s, she do not confuse it
Nothin’ like no boss bitch, never been no lost bitch
Loyalty and love, girl, it’s free, it don’t cost shit
I could feel you deep down in my body, in my soul with it
Never been the type to show emotions, I’m controllin’ it
I’m feelin’ like I put the top down, it’s you I’m rollin’ with
Soon as I put the blunt out, then I roll again
I don’t go out my way, but when I do, I hope you notice it
Business is for me, and for you, I’m talkin’ ownership
Girl, put your name on that title, we ain’t loanin’ shit
Fix your crown then you walk in like you own this bitch
Wap

[Interlude: Styles P]
Fetty, what up?
Let me talk to my queen on this one
I feel your vibes, baby bro
Yeah

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Wherever you goin’, know I’m comin’, I couldn’t stay away
Money can’t buy love, but it put it on layaway
We wait for the night to put the day away
And we get to fuckin’ and put the J away
Roll another J, then another J
Me and you together forever, can’t see another way
Bonnie and Clyde vibes, never puttin’ the gun away
We talk to the moon and put the sun away
White [?], black [?]
Kisses on your forehead, naval and your backhand
Streets tried to eat me like they was Pacman
Yeah, it’s rough for a brother, you know, the black man
But you stuck with me like you Gorilla Glue
So I hold it down like a gorilla do
I don’t fuck with the monkeys, I make gorilla moves
Yeah, we livin’ this life, that’s what the scrilla do
Zoovie

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