Lyrics

I was gonna send a shy, but I'd rather shoot my shot So my boots are red liner (yeah) But they should walk me out, 'cause if I open my mouth I'll prolly end up lying to her (whoa!) Oh yeah, baby, this might be much, baby But you got me by the buckle, by the gun, baby I'm more than enough, baby, yeah, I'm loaded up, baby Wanna see your eyes when you see what I've been holding, baby They wanna whine and dine ya, I'm tryna 69 ya They wanna kneel in front ya, I'd rather be behind ya They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat you Never mind that, we'll get to all that They wanna stress you out, I wanna dress you down If your neighbors never knew you, bet they know you now They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat you Never mind that, we'll get to all that I really like your nails, can I see 'em wrapped around my drain? Hmm They wanna play for keeps, I wanna play for fun They always take you home early, I wanna see the sun Peek through your window, right before we go At it again, like you never have (ooh) Oh, yeah, baby, this might be much, baby But you got me by the buckle, by the gun, baby I'm more than enough, baby, yeah, I'm loaded up, baby Wanna see your eyes when you see what I've been holding, baby They wanna whine and dine ya, I'm tryna 69 ya They wanna kneel in front ya, I'd rather be behind ya They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat ya Never mind that, we'll get to all that They wanna stress you out, I wanna dress you down If your neighbors never knew you, bet they know you now They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat ya Never mind that, we'll get to all that If you're late, you're feeling tired, you can sit down on my seat (ooh) When this life gets moving fast, I just want you to hold on to me (ooh) If you let me try now, I'll do everything that they can (oh) They wanna whine and dine ya, I'm tryna 69 ya (yeah!) They wanna kneel in front ya, I'd rather be behind ya They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat you Never mind that, we'll get to all that They wanna stress you out, I wanna dress you down If your neighbors never knew you, bet they know you now They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat you Never mind that, we'll get to all that
Writer(s): Ryan Ley, Jacob Lincoln, Luis Palacios Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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