Passenger Princess

Tell me (so, won't you tell me?), what you want me to do 'Cause baby, I'm waiting for your love, and- Tell me (so, won't you tell me?), what you want me to do 'Cause baby, I'm waiting for your love, and- Your girl is my bitch, she stay on my hip Stick to me like glue (stick to me like glue) We fuck to the SZA, she love when it's in her She not gonna snooze (not gonna snooze) I'm cummin' too fast, I'm on a half tab That's not an excuse (not an excuse) Don't care 'bout your feelings, get bucks like I'm Lillard Then blow it on you (blow it on you) She throwin' a fit and throwin' it back You fuck with me once, you comin' right back Just like my shows, you gettin' a pass Who is your ex? I'll give him a dap Not threatened by shit 'cause I'm killin' this shit The head too good, that ass get a smack (oh, oh, oh) My shawty my demon and angel She worried 'bout angles, I'm worried 'bout racks (Huh, huh, huh) she cryin' in clubs, she sheddin' them tears (Huh, huh, huh) she not a white boy, she don't do the beer (Huh, huh, huh) I'm hittin' it raw, but we in the clear (Huh, huh, huh) I take you to Louis, he take you to Sears (Sears) She lives in my lap, she lookin' for blessings The top too good, it's anti-depressing I hit it whenever, that's side-nigga heaven She don't care who's who Now her ex mad, boo-hoo Fuck around with you Merci beaucoup Tell me (so, won't you tell me?), what you want me to do 'Cause baby, I'm waiting for your love, and- (baby) We go back like some neck braids I'm stickin' to your scalp, I stay trim like side fades (uh) Addicted to digging you deep, it escalate then I excavate (dig it) Been fuckin' for 56 nights just like that Future and ESCO tape (oh) I told her to turn off the lights, but not once did I dim my glow Been puttin' you on this fly shit, word to Miyagi, she a dem a goat This issey ain't no question, so I'm callin' it any Miyake Mexico, gettin' my chips, I like to dip all my takis in guacy Toxic environment when I pour more than them shots that you copped me I get to stuntin' too hard And don't let the blunt hit too hard I'm 'bout to stand on a bar And deal with The Shade Room tomorrow Then back to me duckin' off in the hills, I been raisin' a dog And from that, I learned to decipher the tones That could belong to a bark Sometimes, she mad 'cause I'm so aloof, and she want me in involved (she do) Sometimes, she hungry, sometimes, she jealous, sometimes, she wrong Say life is a bitch, I guess I know more 'bout that bitch than I thought (uh-uh, uh-uh)