Lyrics Creative Minds - 47shawnn

Hold on,
Quick question
Do you really love me for me?
Or do you only want me for my currency
You see
You fucking up
Cause my love is a rarity
Cause I really had you moaning
That's the melody

(Switch the flow up)

Let me kick this shit
Cause I had to pour up Love
Now you gonna sip this shit
Got me feeling like a simp
I look like
Bart and shit
Bitch you got me feeling dumb
You gon' get cut and shit
But ummm

Tell me How you feel about me?
I said,
How you feel about me
I get it wet
But it's a drought
How can you live without me?
Now I'm trynna have a talk
About the birds and the bees, Babe
How you feel about me?
I said,
How you feel about me
I get it wet
But it's a drought
How can you live without me?
Now I'm trynna have a talk
About the birds and the bees, Babe

Let me address this shit
It's forty seven
And I kinda wanna give her dick
Why you wanna wait
I'm thinking you a celibate
But On our wedding date
We fucking just to celebrate
Let's meditate
Now baby
You are delicate
I get you wetter with my words
No need to lubricate
I Flip you over
Then I eat it
Just to motivate
We can do this everyday
And just like everyday

Okay, I'm optimistic
I can treat you better
Than my competition
The way I vision life
I see you like a psychic
Now what we do in private
Isn't for your private
(Check)
I'm talking stories all on Snapchat
It's forty seven Shawnn
And I Kinda Want my heart back
She riding on my dick
Just like a motherfucking hatchback
I cannot fall in love
Because that's something I can't take back

Now why you left me for that nigga?
Cause he a "hood dude"?
And he claim he pulling triggers
He wearing all red
Like he really gang banging
In the bity being bool
Whatever the fuck
That he be saying
Well um,
Fuck you
And fuck the clique
That you claim

I bought knife to a gunfight
You know I'm insane

They let me out the cage
A beast just had to come and talk his shit
Lil bitch I'm walking with a limp
Because, I can keep a stick

Baby hold up
Let me come in
And address this shit
I keep it litter than a lighter
I'm a bic and shit
That forty seven on my face
Cause that's the shift and shit
My babygirl gon' pop that pussy
Like a cyst and shit

Check, Check, uh
I'm writing Forty seven
On, Her mattress
I got her speaking tongues
Yeah she's an, Actress
I'm having wet dreams
About fucking a bad bitch
She was wetter the ocean
Pussy pink like Patrick
Uh, Yuh
Bitch suck
My dick
How you gonna leave me for a nigga
That ain't shit
You see,
The difference
In Me and him
Is that
He ain't shit
I'm the shit
Oh he and a rat
But um,

Tell me How you feel about me?
I said,
How you feel about me
I get it wet
But it's a drought
How can you live without me?
Now I'm trynna have a talk
About the birds and the bees, Babe
How you feel about me?
I said,
How you feel about me
I get it wet
But it's a drought
How can you live without me?
Now I'm trynna have a talk
About the birds and the bees, Babe