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You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy (BanBwoi) Woah I got feelings for you Hope you ain't lovin' the crew How many bodies you got? Pray it ain't more than a few Know that you dealt with some lames When you was young and in school He had to pop your cherry But I got it wet like a pool She got a new G-Wag' She wanna hit Highlight Room and show it off Got a new body, girl, show it off This a Brazilian, I know it's soft Toned up and she got a six-pack Look like she used to play volleyball American Express, you can have it all Code to the safe, you can have it all Fuck your main page, what's your Finsta? I wanna know the real you You started dancin' to pay your tuition, girl, I wanna know what you been through You want a boutique or you wanna sell hair, just let me know what you into If you out in public, and he want your number, just tell him, "My nigga'll spin you" The way you make me feel these days Somethin' gettin' dry for you, baby girl Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl Burn somebody block for you The way you make me feel these days Comin' out my body for you, baby girl Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl Comin' out my body for you Damn, just turned on the news and seen that men who never got pussy in school Are makin' laws about what women can do I gotta protect ya, I'm a made man, tied in, all the way, baby So I gotta respect ya Niggas put hands on you in the past, insecure because your body is pressure Four words when I think about them is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty Eight words when I think about us is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Disrespect ya and I'll smack 'em The texts that you send in captions The videos we got ever leak, we goin' viral or goin' platinum Don't worry 'bout your friend's story when I had her alone She gon' try and put some extras on it, take you out of your zone You know how it goes when they can't get a reservation up in Carbone They gon' tell you it's a chill night, tell you how they'd rather stay home, yeah Jealous-ass hoes, yeah And I know what I said 'bout bein' in Vogue But just like that R&B group from the '90s Girl, one call, I'll get you in Vogue One call, you in runway shows One call, I'm sittin' front row One wrong call from your ex nigga sayin' dumb shit'll get him sent home One call and my niggas ten toes Down to go wherever I say go Even if we gotta travel 'cross the globe Down to take you to the end of the road, for real The way you make me feel these days Somethin' gettin' dry for you, baby girl Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl Burn somebody block for you The way you make me feel these days Comin' out my body for you, baby girl Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl Comin' out my body for you Want ya, I want-want ya Oh, your lovin' so deep (feelin' so deep) Want ya, I want-want ya Give me your lovin' (feelin' so deep)