Boy Bye Testo

Sweet like Mangos
Sweet like Mango huh?
Yeah
You so fuckin' fake
Say it withca chest
Say what you mean, stop playin' with me
I'm not playin' with you, that's the problem like...
I ain't playin' either
That's the problem like
But I'm not hearin' the fucked up shit you sayin' but
Talkin' all that shit
Where your girl at?
You are way to fine
To be alone (Thank you, thank you I appreciate that)

Girl with all that ass and
No one behind it
Ohh, I'm just wonderin'
If I could walk you home

Boy bye
Thinkin' you can come inside
Boy bye
Not tonight
Won't lie
Can't say it ain't worth a try
It feels right
I'm tryna make you mine
(Oh-oh-oh)
So if you won't give me your number
Let me follow you or somethin' (yea-yea)
I actually got a man
Ohh, really? You playin, that's cap
Oop, my phone just died
Ok, ok I get it

Talkin' all that shit
Where your ride at?
Cause I got someone
Waiting upstairs

Girl you fuckin' lying
I ain't talking Cujo
Why won't you let me inside
So I can take you there (Ohh)
Those lines belong in 1995
Just like them funky Nikes
Girl why
You got me workin' from 9-5?
With the wrong size
Them toes is bustin' out them slides

Yoooo
You ain't think I saw that?
I forgot my Dr. Scholl's
Doctor No
Fuck you!
Haha, nah it's cool
I'm chillin', I'm sorry
I fuck with you like, wassup?

(Ooo) I don't know you
True, I like you
(Ooo) I don't know you
True, I like you
I know you're playin' with me
I know you been hangin' with (No no)
Casey, Georgette, and Judy
I don't know who you think you are fooling
Ooooh Not me, stop playin' with my top (mmm)
I know you think that I'm shady (You are)
I want you to be my baby
Sunsets big day dreaming baby
Girl I think of you on the daily
She said that I look better with her eyes closed
I said be careful where you walk baby there's potholes
Touch is soft as shea butter
Coco melanin color
Go crazy when we cut up
Only thing that I know

Uh uh, you a secret rapper?
Huh?
I don't date those
Secret rapper?
I mean I'm rappin' to you but
Mmcht, man
No
Come on now
I can't just talk you I'm tryna open up
(No no no no) shhh
Hush
Oh
You probably ain't never had real love before
Oh no, like that's the thing like
I have and that's why I can tell this is
It's giving fraudulent, it's giving fickle
Ion need no baggage from your other spots
I'm tryna fuck with you on some fresh shit
You feel me?
There's no projection
I just can tell by your erection that
This is shady
Well I ain't gone pass on that ass
That was lame, that was really lame
You have the smile of an Angel, an angel
And I love all your
Angles, angles