Lyrics Gestures - Chris Messan
Reading
your
body
language,
I'm
peeping
your
gestures
No
one
in
this
party
doing
something
that
impressed
ya
Tension,
let
it
build,
then
I
start
applying
pressure
Show
you
that
I'm
silk,
these
other
niggas
polyester
Saying
MashAllah
'cause
the
way
that
God
blessed
her
I
know
martial
arts,
girl
let's
kick
it
like
Sylvester
Way
I
play
my
cards,
I
could
never
be
the
jester
Sacramento
King,
light
the
beam,
I'm
so
extra
Light
the
beam
up
Every
king
gon'
need
a
queen,
I
know
it's
early,
I
was
thinking
we
could
team
up
That
Dirty
Shirley
in
your
cup
could
use
a
re-up
I'll
get
you
now,
you
get
me
next
time
that
we
meet
up
Name
a
slot
you
want
to
free
up,
I
got
spots
we
could
go
They
gon'
treat
me
like
it's
mine,
ain't
gotta
knock
at
the
door
I
could
show
you
quite
a
time,
just
gotta
get
you
alone
This
the
type
of
vibe
that
make
you
block
your
ex
from
your
phone
I'm
trying
to
fuck
you
in
the
sky,
record
the
sex
from
a
drone
Wait,
let's
slow
it
down,
got
too
ahead
of
myself
She
like
"Oh,
you
think
you
him",
I
like
to
bet
on
myself
Probably
wouldn't
have
got
this
far
if
I
ain't
said
it
myself
But
that's
enough
about
me,
girl
what's
up
with
you?
You
tryna
order
round
three,
who
turning
up
with
you?
Phone
ringing
off
the
hook,
I
wonder
who's
in
love
with
you
Let's
treat
it
like
the
Hunger
Games,
I'm
wishing
my
good
luck
to
dude
And
I
can't
even
blame
him
The
way
it's
looking
though,
the
odds
in
my
favor
Go
head,
tell
your
friends
you
got
the
hots
for
a
stranger
Ain't
no
other
me,
they
outta
stock,
I'm
endangered
Yeah,
I
said
the
odds
in
my
favor
Go
tell
your
friends
you
got
the
hots
for
a
stranger
I'm
trying
to
get
you
out
the
spot,
rearrange
ya
I
got
a
feeling
what
I'm
saying
entertains
ya
Cause
I'm
reading
your
body
language,
I'm
peeping
your
gestures
No
one
in
this
party
doing
something
that
impressed
ya
Tension,
let
it
build,
then
I
start
applying
pressure
Show
you
that
I'm
silk,
these
other
niggas
polyester
Saying
MashAllah
'cause
the
way
that
God
blessed
her
I
know
martial
arts,
girl
let's
kick
it
like
Sylvester
Way
I
play
my
cards,
I
could
never
be
the
jester
Sacramento
King,
light
the
beam,
I'm
so
extra
Hope
it
isn't
just
the
cognac
I
think
she
feeling
me,
I
could
tell
by
the
contact
You
sneak
a
quick
glance,
legs
turn
to
quicksand
Getting
hard
to
stand
up,
well
I
could
be
your
kickstand
Support
you,
adore
you,
these
other
niggas
bore
you
I
don't
really
want
to
Chanel
or
Dior
you
I'm
the
type
that
rather
show
you
how
to
score
too
Make
you
so
rich,
they
could
never
tell
you
poor
you
Real
affection
and
care
They
say
love
ain't
in
the
club,
girl
this
shit
in
the
air
Way
you
keep
licking
your
lips
and
get
to
fixing
your
hair
I
could
tell
that
you
invested
and
you
ain't
trying
to
share
Swear
it
feel
like
we
connected
by
the
way
that
we
stare
Feel
like
shorty
compliment
me
like
the
kick
to
a
snare
I'll
get
you
there,
you
get
me
there,
let's
make
it
fair
Put
your
legs
up
in
the
air,
girl
let
me
take
you
there
Cause
I'm
reading
your
body
language,
I'm
peeping
your
gestures
No
one
in
this
party
doing
something
that
impressed
ya
Tension,
let
it
build,
then
I
start
applying
pressure
Show
you
that
I'm
silk,
these
other
niggas
polyester
Saying
MashAllah
'cause
the
way
that
God
blessed
her
I
know
martial
arts,
girl
let's
kick
it
like
Sylvester
Way
I
play
my
cards,
I
could
never
be
the
jester
Sacramento
King,
light
the
beam,
I'm
so
extra
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