Baby tell me that you knew that
We would end up like this
Who knew the one i dissed
Would be the one I'd miss
The one I kiss every night I close my eyelids
I feel like shit
Knowing that you might feel like this
I heard the person in yo dreams be thinking of you, but
I... Had a girl so I shouldn't be dreaming of you, uh
I know it's selfish and it's pretty misleading of me
But I had to leave you just to see what I had needed for me
Honeys coming, bunnies coming, as long as this money coming
But we know the tables be turning
Soon as the money funny
Ain't no more buddy buddy
Ain't no more lovey dovey
As soon as these leaches reach and see they wont get nothing from me
Nothings coming faster than a woman with money coming
She gone do whatever cuz she know that this 40 coming
Words flowing faster than a nigga that's uhhhhhin something
Thinking of the perfect lie to sound like he doin something
Niggas will swear to God on they mama, to sound like they been through drama
The whole time still be lying and doing nothing
I am the MOST, Vers-a-tile Artist of the city baby
Go head and TAT-too-my name on yo tittie baby
Right below that piercing that you just got on yo nipple baby
You a mathematician baby
Subtract clothes leg division baby
She love it when I be tucking doing the swivel baby
Like
Change positions, New positions, work the middle baby
Started out as close friends
Word to Lil Baby
Now we freakin on weekends word to Sza baby
Pull her hair, slap her ass and ask her who's is it baby
She said it's simple baby, do it baby stick it baby
Baby tell me you knew
Tell me you knew
And tell me the the truth
Baby tell me that you knew that
We would end up like this
Who knew the one i dissed
Would be the one I'd miss
The one I kiss every night I close my eyelids
I feel like shit
Knowing that you might feel like this
Tell me you knew
Baby tell me you knewwwoooowwooo
And tell me the the truth
Te-te-tell-te-tell me you... tell me-me-me-tell me you knew
I am the MOST, Vers-a-tile Artist of the city baby
You a mathematician baby
Subtract clothes leg division baby
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Baby tell me that you knew that
We would end up like this
Who knew the one i dissed
Would be the one I'd miss
The one I kiss every night I close my eyelids
I feel like shit
Knowing that you might feel like this
I heard the person in yo dreams be thinking of you, but
I... Had a girl so I shouldn't be dreaming of you, uh
I know it's selfish and it's pretty misleading of me
But I had to leave you just to see what I had needed for me
Honeys coming, bunnies coming, as long as this money coming
But we know the tables be turning
Soon as the money funny
Ain't no more buddy buddy
Ain't no more lovey dovey
As soon as these leaches reach and see they wont get nothing from me
Nothings coming faster than a woman with money coming
She gone do whatever cuz she know that this 40 coming
Words flowing faster than a nigga that's uhhhhhin something
Thinking of the perfect lie to sound like he doin something
Niggas will swear to God on they mama, to sound like they been through drama
The whole time still be lying and doing nothing
I am the MOST, Vers-a-tile Artist of the city baby
Go head and TAT-too-my name on yo tittie baby
Right below that piercing that you just got on yo nipple baby
You a mathematician baby
Subtract clothes leg division baby
She love it when I be tucking doing the swivel baby
Like
Change positions, New positions, work the middle baby
Started out as close friends
Word to Lil Baby
Now we freakin on weekends word to Sza baby
Pull her hair, slap her ass and ask her who's is it baby
She said it's simple baby, do it baby stick it baby
Baby tell me you knew
Tell me you knew
And tell me the the truth
Baby tell me that you knew that
We would end up like this
Who knew the one i dissed
Would be the one I'd miss
The one I kiss every night I close my eyelids
I feel like shit
Knowing that you might feel like this
Tell me you knew
Baby tell me you knewwwoooowwooo
And tell me the the truth
Te-te-tell-te-tell me you... tell me-me-me-tell me you knew
I am the MOST, Vers-a-tile Artist of the city baby
You a mathematician baby
Subtract clothes leg division baby
We would end up like this
Who knew the one i dissed
Would be the one I'd miss
The one I kiss every night I close my eyelids
I feel like shit
Knowing that you might feel like this
I heard the person in yo dreams be thinking of you, but
I... Had a girl so I shouldn't be dreaming of you, uh
I know it's selfish and it's pretty misleading of me
But I had to leave you just to see what I had needed for me
Honeys coming, bunnies coming, as long as this money coming
But we know the tables be turning
Soon as the money funny
Ain't no more buddy buddy
Ain't no more lovey dovey
As soon as these leaches reach and see they wont get nothing from me
Nothings coming faster than a woman with money coming
She gone do whatever cuz she know that this 40 coming
Words flowing faster than a nigga that's uhhhhhin something
Thinking of the perfect lie to sound like he doin something
Niggas will swear to God on they mama, to sound like they been through drama
The whole time still be lying and doing nothing
I am the MOST, Vers-a-tile Artist of the city baby
Go head and TAT-too-my name on yo tittie baby
Right below that piercing that you just got on yo nipple baby
You a mathematician baby
Subtract clothes leg division baby
She love it when I be tucking doing the swivel baby
Like
Change positions, New positions, work the middle baby
Started out as close friends
Word to Lil Baby
Now we freakin on weekends word to Sza baby
Pull her hair, slap her ass and ask her who's is it baby
She said it's simple baby, do it baby stick it baby
Baby tell me you knew
Tell me you knew
And tell me the the truth
Baby tell me that you knew that
We would end up like this
Who knew the one i dissed
Would be the one I'd miss
The one I kiss every night I close my eyelids
I feel like shit
Knowing that you might feel like this
Tell me you knew
Baby tell me you knewwwoooowwooo
And tell me the the truth
Te-te-tell-te-tell me you... tell me-me-me-tell me you knew
I am the MOST, Vers-a-tile Artist of the city baby
You a mathematician baby
Subtract clothes leg division baby
Writer: Andre Pickens Jr.
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid