paroles de chanson I Want Her - B Shiesty

She want me and I want her She want me and I want her
She want me and I want her
She came in and got beat down for the night time
I don't wanna see you on lifetime little mama
Why I see pokes in all my condoms
Should crack your head just like a llama
You wicked bitch get out my face
I got the gun this bitch a ray
This fit gon' take your bitch away
I just be talkin' on my songs, I'm not a rapper leave me alone
I sing that shit like Post Malone
I dropped a post and now I'm gone
I ain't been focused on no hoes, I'm really tryna live my life
You played it cold and sold your soul
That's all them sins them niggas know

Long hair through out her back, I'm runnin' down like tracks
I got gas but do not match
Got no lighter scratch the back
You on yo post and selling' cat

I'm in that mode and gettin' back
I cannot stop I'm gettin' racks
I seen a slutty bitch with bag
She want me work to get that head I had to cut it off
Don't care if that pussy soft, I ain't in love with your lip gloss
Five senses, what my mama taught

Walking on this beat don't talk
Minty lips is what she brought
I rolled some potent shit, it made me cough
I ain't flossin' you can go get lost
I wanna be the motherfuckin' biggest boss
Something like Rick Ross
I call the Shoffer Bentley off
I do not drink no Henny naw, that's a brick of fentanyl
I want my bitch she did not call, don't wanna think bout moving on
I got my feelings on some chrome
Shot my heart with darts bitch, I'm in that mode feel like a narcissist
She was flirting but I didn't hit it
When I go out she think I'm fuckin' bitches
A nigga really tryna handle business, I'm not too in to any other women
I got a half and all my blunts is wicked
You talm bout bullets bring up five five sixes
Ain't in the past I'm talking Future Hendrix
That little ass kiss I got was too delicious
Wonder when she gon' pull on me and say we finished
I ain't even cuff you yet this ain't the ending

I was fuckin' on your bitch, this ain't no average instrumental
And I know you used to handouts, but this some shit I can't lend you
Bitches play up on your name, Baby know I'm gon' defend you
And I know that you don't love me, Baby why even pretend to
I been rappin' on my mind I been rappin' off my mental
Put the white up on her smile, she don't even need a dental
I be fuckin' from the back, now I fuck her in the middle
She gon' fuck me when you mad, cause she say your shit was little

She came in and got beat down for the night time
I don't wanna see you on lifetime little mama
Why I see pokes in all my condoms
Should crack your head just like a llama
You wicked bitch get out my face
I got the gun this bitch a ray
This fit gon' take your bitch away
I just be talkin' on my songs, I'm not a rapper leave me alone
I sing that shit like Post Malone
I dropped a post and now I'm gone
I ain't been focused on no hoes, I'm really tryna live my life
You played it cold and sold your soul
That's all them sins them niggas know
Long hair through out her back, I'm runnin' down like tracks
I got gas but do not match
Got no lighter scratch the back
You on yo post and selling' cat