F.T.N by: Rubie Grae
Prod. Chris Batson

Intro
Ima slide up in ya DM’s B
When I’m in, when I’m in
In the D.M.V

Verse
Ooh you so pretty 
Mmm
You know I love your dimples
Mmm
I could get drunk of your body
Rum, rum, rum
And when I’m feeling thotty
Run, run, run (aye)
Cause I go munch on your body
Nom, nom, nom
Taste just like cinnamon
Yum, yum, yum
I want you bad, bad, bad
Till its sinful
And when I hold you could feel that this is real love

We could talk about everything and nothing
I’m choosey so I can’t be fronting
Thats why you know my love is different yea
My love is different
My shit is foreign


Chorus B
I know them old boys
Really couldn’t appreciate you
I teach you real good loving
They was late to school
Put all your fingers in your palm
Except for the middle
Now raise em high high

Chorus A
Fuck them niggas 

Post Chorus
Ima slide up in ya DM’s B
When I’m in, when I’m in
In the D.M.V (2x)

Vamp (Monologue break)
[Morning, you deserve good things
Ah ah baby you know I love you 
Ha ha ha
Don’t worry about what they did
I mean 
I’m in love with ya coco uh]

Verse 2
I help you say all the things you wish you could have said to them
Like you married that chick you piece of shit
I found a better man
I’ll be your better man
And that rice thrown in the air
Ima cook it feed you in bed

Post Chorus* (pobresito)
Chorus B*
Chorus A*



