Jordan Lafaver Fwt
This ain't your first rodeo and I'mma let you ride it
You got some secrets that I see you hiding
You say you truthful but I know you lying
We all got a dark side you're invited, yeah
Hop up in the whip, tell me what you sip babe
Got a tattoo right above her rib cage
I got tats too we could get a couple
God damn that ass gon' get me in trouble
Turn the lights out call the bartender
Got the ice on me like it's in a blender
Give you the credit card like I was a lender
Like I'm tryna break it off I had to bend her
You got me spending way way too many nights (way way way way)
Got me acting way way way too nice (way way way way)
You can't be out here acting like my wife (like my wife)
Yeah you fine but you ain't built for this life, oh no (oh no)
So like a dealer I'mma cut it off (cut it off)
Like I'm shutting off the alcohol
Then you get tapped when you getting tapped then you tryna hit me back
Then you try to get me back babe (get me back babe)
But I won't be there beside you (oh no)
Know you're missing me inside you (side you)
But the way you tryna cuff me, you gotta let me do my own thing, 'cause
'Cause I don't really f..ck with that
I don't really f..ck with that, babe
I don't really f..ck with that, f..ck with that, f..ck with that, girl
'Cause I don't really f..ck with that, no
I don't really f..ck with that, yeah yeah
I don't really f..ck with that, f..ck with that, f..ck with that, babe
This ain't your first time and I ain't your first rapper
Try to slow you down and you tell me go faster
Tryna shoot a film making me the lead actor
Screaming oh god like she thought I was a pastor (whoa)
Get in the car let's hit the road bae
My windows dark, don't let 'em know bae
I guess one more time couldn't hurt me
Sophisticated but the texts getting dirty
Turn the lights out call the bartender
She looking damn good wearing my sweater
She say the bad girls do it all better
I don't know about that I gotta test her, yeah
She got me spending my god damn cash (whoa)
When I try to leave she gon' pull me back (oh yeah)
Now it's 3 AM the vibes getting risky
Nothing good comes vodka and whiskey, yeah
But like a dealer I'mma cut it off
She getting loose off the alcohol
First you wanna hit now I'm tryna quit
Quick slim thick lil' chick why the hell you so fit, oh
But I won't be there beside you oh
There's the door let me guide you, oh
And to think I really liked you
But now you're begging me to wife you, nah
'Cause I don't really f..ck with that
I don't really f..ck with that, babe
I don't really f..ck with that, f..ck with that, f..ck with that, girl
'Cause I don't really f..ck with that, no
I don't really f..ck with that, yeah yeah
I don't really f..ck with that, f..ck with that, f..ck with that, babe
I don't really f..ck with that, I don't really f..ck with that
I don't really f..ck with that, f..ck with that, f..ck with that (whoa)
