Slimey Summer prod.18iluvu

hit my dance

eveything done by me but prod
cover made by me to

It's to much in my head
I been having thoughts
Girl you want me dead
I was hoping i was wrong 
But, I now you dont give no fuck
You don't wanna be by my side
K that's coo
I don't care anyway
K girl I lied
Can I get a minet  

So how you been 
How you been ?
Are you good ?
Are you okay ?

I got gen
By my side
Ima kill you

(now way, hahaha)

Gen by my side
I don't like yo new nigga
What has gotten into you 
Fuck do you mean ?

You keep talking bout the bs
Like we don't got better thing to talk about
Oh you wanna go there ?
Let's talk bout when you took advanige of me
I mean how you tried
Quite all the bs put it aside
Like put all your pride aside
I don't think we can see eye to eye
It's to much 
It's to much
It's to much

Yea had to get up (get up)
Yea mhm
Had to get off my ass
We not in the same leige
Same class
Nigga i be two steps ahead
But sometimes
It's to much
It's to much
It's to much

It's to much in my head
I been having thoughts
Girl you want me dead
I was hoping i was wrong 
But, I now you dont give no fuck
You don't wanna be by my side
K that's coo
I don't care anyway
K girl I lied
Can I get a minet  

So how you been 
How you been ?
Are you good ?
Are you okay ?

I got gen
By my side
Ima kill you

(now way, hahaha)

Gen by my side
I don't like yo new nigga
What has gotten into you

What Has Gotten Into You

C class

misuse

all of me

day one

dream something

Lyrics 

Yeah…
Lights low, voice low, bullshit even lower…
Fuck it, run it.

HOOK
Shawty hit my line, said she miss that feel,
Told her slide around two, keep your Uber sealed.
City lights smear on the glass when I drift,
Heart still numb but my hands on her hips.
I talk soft, but I live that shit,
Moonlight glow off her thighs in the whip.
She said “you a problem,” I said “maybe, bitch,”
But you still come back when you need that fix.
Yeah, you still come back when you need that fix.

VERSE 1
I’ve been on edge, don’t push me tonight,
Been losing my head but I still look right.
Pretty lil’ demon with the blue-green eyes,
Acts polite in the day, gets filthy at night.
She know I’m cold, but she love that shit,
Says it hits different when I’m talkin’ my shit.
Told her, “Pull up sober,” she pulled up drunk,
Saying she don’t love me but she still wanna fuck.

Toxic bitch, but she fine as hell,
Throw hands in the club then lie to herself.
Late-night texts like “I hate you, cunt,”
Then she show up at mine tryna sit on the front.
I don’t chase hoes, I let hoes chase me,
I’m the glitch in her brain that she can’t delete.
She said, “You ain’t shit,” I said, “Facts, that’s me,”
But you still fall apart when I touch that V.

PRE-CHORUS
She like slow kisses, fast lies, bedroom crimes,
Hands on her waist, both bodies in time.
Every time she leave, she swear it’s the last,
But she back next week with her hair pulled back.

HOOK
Shawty hit my line, said she miss that feel,
Told her slide around two, keep your Uber sealed.
City lights smear on the glass when I drift,
Heart still numb but my hands on her hips.
I talk soft, but I live that shit,
Moonlight glow off her thighs in the whip.
She said “you a problem,” I said “maybe, bitch,”
But you still come back when you need that fix.
Yeah, you still come back when you need that fix.

VERSE 2
Smoke in the air, can’t see straight, fuck it,
She want love, but I don’t do that subject.
Still let her ride, backseat turns public,
Neighbors hate me, but the walls can’t judge it.

She said, “Why you play me?” I said, “I don’t, babe,”
“You just love the thrill of a bitch you can’t save.”
I’m the bad habit she swore she’d quit,
But she relapse quick when she taste my lips.
I’m the late-night thought she can’t shake off,
The reason her phone stay on do-not-talk.
She wears my hoodie, says it smell like sin,
Says she hates how good it feels on her skin.

I ruin her plans, her morals, her week,
She ruin my sheets, my calm, my sleep.
She say she want space but she never leave,
‘Cause no other boy make her weak like me.

BRIDGE
She loves when I talk in that low-tone whisper,
Hand on her throat just enough to blister.
Hair in my fingers, legs on my chest,
She says, “You the worst,” while she moans, “Fuck, yes.”

HOOK 
Shawty hit my line, said she miss that feel,
Told her slide ’round two, keep it all concealed.
Night’s too young and the city too big,
But she always shrink down when she ride this dick.
Yeah I talk soft, but I move like this,
Indie boy heart with a trap-ass twist.
She said “you a problem,” I said “maybe, bitch,”
But you still come back when you need that fix.

Hit my line

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