Текст песни Whitney & Bobby - Kali M feat. KAHTRELLY

Yeah, so we've been talking for a while now and I really feel like I like him
For real? Oh my God, that's tea
Yeah, he smells good, he looks good, he's everything

Look, goddamn, who my lil' baby feelin' like
Baby got her hair done, nails done, ass fat in them blue tight jeans, yeah, it's sitting right
And I'm out with that gang, but lil shordi so bad, she might give me a reason to leave the guys
I just got a text message, she tryna perform on the dick, so she told me to bring the mic
Call me Martin, I got me the gina type
Way she flex, got em tryna come see the hype
He swipe up tryna mac
Peter pipe, give him flame, make him feel what a sesh in the stu be like
Way they copy, they can't even do it right
Yeah, she bad she the Cassie and Nunu type
When I come through, we go round for round
I just looked up and seen Netflix, just played the movie twice
Talk to em now

Look, what's that last nigga name
Oh yeah, he's a nobody
I asked her, who's is it
She said it's your body
She hit me like, come through, I text her back copy
K LO K mami, she callin' me papi
We roll through the streets like we Whitney and Bobby
She told me be careful, the streets movin' wock
But I carry that Dej Loaf I dare you to try me

Girl, I know you ain't stressin'
Cause you be killin' these bitches
You know that that pussy a weapon
Can I ask you a question
How would you feel if I wanna vibe out and make Nani my best friend
I got a confession
I like to role play
You be the teacher, come teach me a lesson
If not then that's cool
You be the quarterback
Baby, whatever you throwin', I'm catchin'
Don't got time for games
Girl, your last nigga a lame
See, me and that boy ain't the same
Bout time you make change
Get with a real one
Standing on business, don't got time to play
She wanna kick it like Messi
Girl, I'm on bad timing
Bae don't test me,
Baddie, Jatty, bless me
Came in with a fresh bust down
Left out on Messi

Look, what's that last nigga name
Oh yeah, he's a nobody
I asked her, who's is it
She said it's your body
She hit me like, come through, I text her back copy
K LO K mami, she callin' me papi
We roll through the streets like we Whitney and Bobby
She told me be careful, the streets movin' wock
But I carry that Dej Loaf I dare you to try me