Songtexte <3Style - Huntaps

Ay, ay (Huntaps, oh my gosh!)
Ay, ay

I wrote a love letter to you bae, hope you received it (Hey)
Penned it while I was drunk in the bathroom stall last weekend (Hey)
If I ever displayed my other feelings, I was geeking (Hey)
Or I didn't mean it, counting numbers like a nerd I'm geeking
Hitting shawty from the back I'm freaking
Met her at the club, she Puerto Rican
Huntaps, I might just jump off the deep end
Into the pool I'm swimming though
Heard you was hard but you fibbing though
Treat the stu like a gym, we ain't skipping bro
Bad bitch on the table she the centerfold
And I'm getting new money we don't fuck with old
Getting that gold for my hoe
Hold me down she ain't ever go
Why would I then, woah
Why would I then, woah
Ballin', Iverson
I'm not Post Malone
I won't fall apart
You can't break my soul

Yeah, yeah, oh (Mud, mud)
Pluck my heartstrings real slow
Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow (Mud, mud)
Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

My baby so bad I wish I could see her more (Hey)
I'm running out of time, I leave in the early morn' (Hey)
If we never meet again let you know, I'm yours (Hey)
Left my heart wrapped in a gift right outside your door
Nosebleeds, black lungs, dark heart
No keys, hellcat, push start
Dope seeds, laced drugs, no fun
Roll weed, smoke blunts, my love (Huntaps, oh my gosh)

Yeah, yeah, oh (Mud, mud)
In the backseat I ride slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow (Mud)
Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow