Boy Bye (feat. Lucky Daye)

Sweet like Mangos

Sweet like Mango huh?

Yeah

You so fuckin' fake

Say it with ya chest

Say what you mean, stop playin' wit me

I'm not playin', see that's the problem like

I ain't playin' either

That's-that's the problem like

But I'm not hearin' the fucked up shit you sayin', but

Talkin' all that shit

Where your girl at?

You are way too fine

To be alone (Why, thank you, thank you, I appreciate that)

Girl with all that ass and

No one behind it

Oh, I'm just wonderin'

If I could walk you home

Boy, bye

Thinkin' you can come inside

Boy, bye

Not tonight

Won't lie

Can't say it ain't worth a try

It feels right

I'm tryna make you mine

(Oh-oh-oh)

So if you won't give me your number, let me follow you or somethin' (Yeah-yeah)

I actually got a man

Uh, really? You playin', that's cap

Oop, my phone just died

Ok, ok I get it

Talkin' all that shit

Where your ride at?

'Cause I got someone

Waiting upstairs

Girl, you fuckin' lying

I ain't talking Cujo

Why won't you let me inside

So I can take you there?

(Oh)

Those lines belong in 1995

Just like them funky Nikes

Girl, why

You got me workin' from 9 to 5?

With the wrong size

Them toes is bustin' out them slides

Yo

You ain't think I saw that?

Shut up, I forgot my Dr. Scholl's

Doctor No

Fuck you!

Nah it's cool

I'm chillin', I'm sorry

I fuck with you like, wassup?

Ooh, I don't know you

True, I like you

Ooh, I don't know you

True, I like you

I know you're playin' with me

(I know)

I know you been hangin' with

(No, no)

Casey, Georgette, and Judy

I don't know who you think you are fooling

Ooh, not me

Stop playin' wit' my top (Mmm)

I know you think that I'm shady (You are)

I want you to be my baby

Sunsets, big daydreaming, baby

Girl, I think of you on the daily

She said that I look better with her eyes closed

I said be careful where you walk, baby, there's potholes

Touch as soft as shea butter

Coco melanin color

Go crazy when we cut up

Only thing that I know

Uh uh, you a secret rapper?

Huh?

I don't date those

Secret rapper? I mean I'm rappin' to you, but

Man, come on now

No

I can't just talk you? Like let me open up

(No, no, no, no) Hush

Oh

You probably ain't never had real love before

Uh no, like that's the thing like, I have

And that's why I can tell this is

Giving fraudulent, it's giving fickle

Ion need you to bring baggage from no other spots but over here, baby, like

I'm tryna fuck with you on some fresh shit, you feel me?

There's no projection

I just can tell by your erection that

This is shady

Well I ain't gone pass on that ass

That was lame, that was lame

You have the smile of an angel, an angel

And I love all your angles

Angles