Top Songs By Vocero Omar
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vocero Omar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armani Works
Composer
Dallas Omar Johnson
Composer
Tyler Jamal Robinson
Composer
Perrin Leftwich
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cooking With Sounds
Producer
Dallas Omar Johnson
Producer
Armani Works
Producer
Lyrics
Give me that good, don't be dramatic Give me that gush, while you’re trying to crash
You want, so don't
Give me that good, don't be dramatic Give me that gush, while you're trying' to crash
You want, so don't
Give me, give me, give me
Yeah, thought you would give me a reason
But all I got is excuses
Don't give me no more excuses
Give me, give me, give me
Yeah, thought you would give me a reason But all I got is excuses
Want you to give me that, give me that, give me that
Give me that shit once I walk through the door
Said when I kiss you, do it like I miss you
And I'm tryna put my whole tongue down your throat
I'm tryna do all the things that he won't
Don't wanna gloat, but I'm better than most
Throwin' it back while you snatchin' my soul
Might break my heart, but I still wanna stroke, stroke, stroke
Tell me I ain't got a problem, uh
If it wasn't for them condoms
I'd probably put another baby in you
That's a motherfuckin' promise
When we fuck, we both wearin' a bonnet
Yet another thing we got in common
Yeah, yeah
Give me that good, don't be dramatic Give me that gush, while you’re trying to crash
You want, so don't
Give me that good, don't be dramatic Give me that gush, while you're trying' to crash
You want, so don't
Give me, give me, give me
Yeah, thought you would give me a reason
But all I got is excuses
Don't give me no more excuses
Give me, give me, give me
Yeah, thought you would give me a reason But all I got is excuses
Let's fuck in this library
That pussy chocolate make it melt
What's my name? Handcuffs
I smack a little booty up, this my belt
Fix my health, say my name
Shine in the dark when she wear my chain
Call me fornite and I bring my games
Have me all night and I bring my pain
Get me on site and I bring my aim
Do it for the money, I bring my chain
Sign this NDA, she wanna fuck a young boy
That's NBA, uh
I'm one of the hottest out of ghetto
Might take a little time just to get me aye
Got a shorty movin' like a gypsy
Know you love the shit, see
Tell him send em to the DJ
Give me that good, don't be dramatic Give me that gush, while you’re trying to crash
You want, so don't
Give me that good, don't be dramatic Give me that gush, while you're trying' to crash
You want, so don't
Give me, give me, give me
Yeah, thought you would give me a reason
But all I got is excuses
Don't give me no more excuses
Give me, give me, give me
Yeah, thought you would give me a reason But all I got is excuses
Baby, why you over there stressin'?
Won't you come and come get this blessing?
Your position's just so impressive
Either learn me or I'm a lesson
You my mirror, baby girl reflection
You can put this dick up in detention
Take your time before you make a selection
Huh, huh, huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
No excuses
Don't give me no more
Written by: Armani Works, Dallas Omar Johnson, Perrin Leftwich, Tyler Jamal Robinson