Songtexte Something Special - Pop Smoke

I think you are (you are) something special
I take you on a shopping spree
'Cause I'm so into you
I'm so into you (I love you, baby)
I'm so into you (oh, my)
I'm so into you, baby (to you, baby)

What you like? What you wear?
Say the name, say the price, put them diamonds on your ear
Shinin' like a chandelier
What's your thoughts? What's your fears?

Yeah, I need that real love
I'm talkin' Bobby and Whitney
You don't gotta worry 'bout nothin' as long as you with me
'Cause shit could get sticky, that's why I keep a glizzy
Ride around through my city

Fuck Kassandra, Kanisha, Kanika and Tisha, Lisa and Tisha, ah (hoes)
Fuck them hoes 'cause I don't need them, all them bitches treeshas
They ain't in the field, they on the bleachers, ah (treeshas)

On your back, I start applying that lotion
So deep, I'ma go in, pullin' all on your sewin'
I'm Pop Smoke, what'd you know of my governments
All that gangster shit, she be lovin' it

She love how I'm thuggin' it
Shawty brown and petite, fly and discreet, a demon in the sheets
Mother was a lawyer, her father the police
They be working long hours, so she always had the free

She said I could come with her if it get hot up in the streets
'Cause I'm a 'rilla in the jungle and shark up in the sea
She like, "Papi, you so fire, but get up out the streets"
I'm like, "Baby what you mean?" (what you mean?)
Look

I think you are (think)
You are (you are) something special (my girl)
I take you on a shopping spree
'Cause I'm so into you
I'm so into you (you are)
I'm so into you
I'm so into you, baby (baby)

Mm, baby (baby)
You are (you are) my girl (my girl)
You are (you are) my girl

I think you are (you are)
You are (you are) something special
I take you on a shopping spree
'Cause I'm so into you (baby)
I'm so into you (you are)
I'm so into you (my girl)
I'm so into you, baby (you are my girl)