Hard For Me (feat. Rilla, Blaze Rapbully & Martini Rossini)

Yeah

She's standing 5'2"

Approach her with the vibes, but she's fly to

I'm the type of guy that you don't gotta lie to

Is there some sense or a drink that I can buy you?

You talk to dummies and you always saying why you

I'm sorry baby I am not the type that you can cry to

Keep it 100 baby you think my head is bigger than Caillou

She tried to cut the conversation shorter than haikus

I tried to clear the air I went and ordered some high noons

And it's hard for me

I like the attitude

That's a turn on for me

Oh yeah

What's wrong with me?

I'm used to giving energy to those who long for me

Oh yeah

And it's hard for me

I like the attitude

That's a turn on for me

Oh yeah

What's wrong with me?

I'm used to giving energy to those who long for me

And I don't wanna overstep

But you've been playing hard to get

You da' baddest in the room I must confess

I got energy to protect

And judging from the hickeys on your neck

You're not the type I'd expect my mom to respect

But I might do it nonetheless

You say you're not that type you're just caught up in life

Girl, who am I to judge? I'm not that type of guy

Tell me why

And it's hard for me

I like the attitude

That's a turn on for me

Oh yeah

What's wrong with me?

I'm used to giving energy to those who long for me

Oh yeah

And it's hard for me

I like the attitude

That's a turn on for me

Oh yeah

What's wrong with me?

I'm used to giving energy to those who long for me

Heard ya' feelings was numb

You try to tell me you was healing from dealing with son

Talking you don't chitchat and how you ain't the one

You said ya' life lemonades I need me a plum

I could give you a son

But I'm keeping it cool

Same dude that you used to be creeping in school

You had me feeling like I really had something to prove

And if ever a G code, I was breaking the rules

Yeah

Maybe it's a good skin with them rubbin' thighs

Eyes blue, 5'2" she my mother size

Every time I ride through it was bubble eyes

Stack my money, 9'2" hop up in the ride

Ballin like I'm Ty Lue

Really had to show her I was fly too

In my all white like I'm Ryu

I'ma read that ass like a Bible

Yeah come here

Shorty probably bad for me

But she feels so good

Sassy, classy, but still so hood

Shorty straight, but how her body bend so good

Like a chameleon how the tongue extends so good

And we just met

Already got my lips all on her neck

She tryna' leave I'm like give me a sec

I'm just coolin with the set

And if your ex disrespect

I ain't playing I'ma ring him by his neck

Thing about me I'ma step

Don't ever forget that

Simpin' is a part of life I never progressed at

But I gotta get this shit out

This song is the Ex-Lax

I know I possess that shit that your ex lack

Pussy so wet make me wanna arrest that caress that

The Chardonnay, the lingerie was jet black

I guess that's wishful thinking shit I'm thinking like still I'ma get that

No way I'ma let that go

And it's hard for me

I like the attitude

That's a turn on for me

Oh yeah

What's wrong with me?

I'm used to giving energy to those who long for me

Shorty got a body like a bottle shape

Pretty eyes thick thighs that's a lot of waist

I ain't tryna' be your man I aint tryna' date

I'm just trying to get you wet like a pond or lake

I ain't tryna' wait

Let's talk about it

Like baby I'm all you need

Sometimes I wonder why you won't talk to me

Like what's wrong with me?

Your friends tryna' say I'm way out your league

But wait

I can do some things that your **** can't

Puerto Rican black or Asian don't discriminate

Know you're playing hard to get but I ain't tryna' chase

Better get it straight

And it's hard for me

I like the attitude

That's a turn on for me

Oh yeah

What's wrong with me?

I'm used to giving energy to those who long for me

Oh yeah

And it's hard for me

I like the attitude

That's a turn on for me

Oh yeah

What's wrong with me?

I'm used to giving energy to those who long for me