Lyrics Lover Boy - IAMTRIPLE

I can be your man I'm that lover boy
Taking all your problems from that other boy
I can bring you underwater drowning all the noise
And if you're down with that sprinkle in a little joy

Baby I ain't playing I ain't trying to be atari
If you see me catching feelings baby girl I'm sorry
You got other niggas but I know they couldn't top me
So I'ma keep on talking all my shit baby don't stop me
You're all I want you're all I need
In my hands not in my fantasy
Take you to the water down by the sea
Looking at reflections of you and me

I can be your man I'm that lover boy
Taking all your problems from that other boy
I can bring you underwater drowning all the noise
And if you're down with that sprinkle in a little joy

You good Triple?

Put you on that spot now (yeah yeah)
You can be my little shorty get you locked down (finna get you locked)
For real
Get you feelin spellbound (magical)
We gon' step up in that party we gon' pop out (hop out the truck truck)

Still that lover boy from 2006 (06)
Touch up on my bitch you get hit with the sticks (Brrrrah)
Throwin up three fingers I ball with the Knicks (bucket bucket)
I got my seaside shooters removing ya cliques (yeah yeah)

Lover boy I'm that other boy (yeah)
Lover boy
Finna make some paper, paper, paper (Brrrrah)
Lover boy I'm that other boy (that other boy)
Lover boy
Finna make some
Make some
Make some
Make some
Yeah

Pull up on the field and we down by four gotta switch up my flow gotta switch up my cadence
All of my exes and o's it's a think I'm a star boy, but I keep them acquainted (yeah)
Finna tic-tac-toe these hoes on the low to the block Cause I got no patients (hold up hold up)
CB said these hoes ain't shit but I got one bitch who can keep me tainted (boom boom boom)
Came out the water I'm taking your daughter she call me a king I feel like Poseidon
Off-white Mustang chariot
Whip it to the Marriott cause you know that she ridin
Lover boy up in my veins yeah the feeling is strange but you're never gonna catch me lying
Shout out my exes cause it be hotter than Texas
Made another hit without trying

Still that lover boy from 2006 (yeah yeah)
Touch up on my bitch you get hit with the sticks (ohh)
Throwin up three fingers I ball with the Knicks
I got my seaside shooters removing ya cliques (bow bow bow)

Lover boy I'm that other boy (that other boy)
Lover boy
Finna pull up on your block finna get so crazy (eh-yeah)
Lover boy I'm that other boy
Lover boy
Finna make some
Make some
Make some
Make some