Lyrics WHISTLE (feat. Lojay & Amaarae) - Blaqbonez

Know it's been a rough couple months
We are parting, I'm missing you, ooh-you oh
You come and ride my feelings away
Only your way (only your way)
See, as Harry Potter, I go run like a dog 'til I whistle you
Ooh-we-you, we-you-we, ooh-we-you, we-you-we

'Cause street na cruise
So, na your leach I chose
And, if I feel confuse
Girl, I go lean on you
I tell her "street na cruise"
And, them go cheat on you
So, if you paint your look
You better like your look
Uh-yeah, uh-yeah, well-well-well oh

Yeah, she want a gangster fillin' her tank
Man na fit float with the water inside of her pant
She feel at home any time wey she come to my place, uh (ride 'nother nigga all day)
She don't pad her things for anyone
Anyone no fit make her body tinga linga-linga long
Sta', Stallion make her feel dappеr, dapper
She always comin' back to the Commander
She know say
Say, me, I fit give her love all day
Even when she very faraway, she wants me (she wants me)
My brother, go and guide your babe
'Cause man dem still dey pour for her innocent face

Know it's been a rough couple months
We are parting, I'm missing you, ooh-you oh
You come and ride my feelings away, only your way (only your way)
See, as Harry Potter, I go run like a dog 'til I whistle you
Ooh-we-you, we-you-we, ooh-we-you, we-you-we

'Cause street na cruise
So, na your leach I chose
And, if I feel confuse
Girl, I go lean on you
I tell her "street na cruise"
And, them go cheat on you
So, if you paint your look
You better like your look
Uh-yeah, uh-yeah, well-well-well oh

Who's that peaking though my window?
Baby, is it you? Is it you? Is it you-ou-ou?
You-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh
I want you to fuck me to your new song
Make that pussy sound to your tone, to your tone-ou-ou, tone, ooh-ooh

Tell me when you love me, why you runnin' from it?
But, you never call, never check up on me
Why? oh why?
You make I scatter for you, boy
But, you're always on my mind
Tears in my my ee-eyes

'Cause street na cruise
So, na your leach I chose
And, if I feel confuse
Girl, I go lean on you
I tell her "street na cruise"
And, them go cheat on you
So, if you paint your look
You better like your look
Uh-yeah, uh-yeah, well-well-well oh

I know a peng ting in a see-through dress
She gon' come outside when she feelin' stressed
My hand on her body make her feel so wet
She gon' miss