Ye, ye, ye, ye, yeahhh
Ayee,
A Branton representing to the maximum
Rotana
Gyal friend give me ya love, Just give ya love
Right up pon dis time just give ya love
You're my baby
Ehhhh!
I keep my ringer on, I can't deny these nights are lonely I can't sleep at all
The way these demons make me fiesty tryna steal my soul
Can't even talk about it hate the way you lead me on
Can't even talk about it, hate the way that you leave
Niggas always under your skirt, aces always up in your sleeves
I'm just tryna get in some work, front to front girl skin to skin
Baby girl you know what's up, volume up when we begin
I love your style
Aye, ye, ye, I love your style
Gyal friend I love your style
Mhmm, I love your style
Ya make me feel so good
Ya make me feel so good
Ya make me feel so good
Feel so good
Squaa, squaa
I keep my ringer on
If I don't pick up on your calls, then bitch, don't hit my phone
If I don't pick up on your calls, then bitch, leave me alone
If you keep calling, turn my ringer into a sing-along
I can't keep up with all the drama and all the pretense
You keep playing around with lil' friends
Baby girl, just make it make sense
Your love feels like suicide
Me and you were like do or die
In the streets, you're certified
If you need a lover don't be calling mine
Your love feels like suicide
Me and you were like do or die
In the streets, you're certified
If you need a lover, don't be calling mine
I love your style
Aye, ye, ye, I luv your style
Gyal friend I love your style
Mhmm, I love your style
Ya make me feel so good
Ya make me feel so good
Ya make me feel so good
Feel so good