To Rate★ intro ★
Why you feel like you can't answer the mothafuckin phone
Just cause you-
Fuck you talking bout? i didn't get no phone call
When i'm outside you gonna feel me, i promise you
Aight bet keep that same shit
Damn!
Thought i was gonna let you down on this one?
Nah
★ chorus ★
Baby come in all colors
No i don't wanna meet your mother
I don't wanna be the reason you and others change the subject
Gotta go home and block your number
Yeah i want you
But no-one ain't told you i can't cuff nobody
Only cause it's the end of the summer
Baby come in all colors
No i don't wanna meet your mother
I don't wanna be the reason you and others change the subject
Gotta go home and block your number
Yeah i want you
But no-one ain't told you i can't cuff nobody
Only cause it's the end of the summer
★ verse ★
Yeah, damn
I just came back for the dope
He just came back for the hoe
She just came back for her clothes
Shit got bad real quick
Had to know how it go
I give a fuck about a bitch
I didn't even cuff on the bitch
I don't even love on the bitch
Don't buy the bitch shit
Don't lose yourself over hoes
Yeah gotta learn that rule
★ bridge ★
It's a party-arty-arty
I got molly-olly-olly
It's a party-arty-arty
I got molly-olly-olly
It's a party-arty-arty
I got molly-olly-olly
It's a party-arty-arty
Molly-olly-olly
★ verse 2 ★
It's a hoe party got perks
Lotta bitches pulled up, they twerk
I'm in the cut nigga, i don't flirt
I got a shawty nigga, go berserk
Room be moving in slow motion
Don't sip alcohol, i do purp
Boy said $300 for a line, 25 serving green
None of you niggas can take real lean
So stop rapping about it
Fuck is you talking about?
Stick my girl on your ass
She gon' whoop a nigga, ronda rousey
I guarantee you i can do the job
Let me pop a perc
It'll be astounding
Ha-bitch!
(yeah)
★ chorus ★
Baby come in all colors
No i don't wanna meet your mother
I don't wanna be the reason you and others change the subject
Gotta go home and block your number
Yeah i want you
But no-one ain't told you i can't cuff nobody
Only cause it's the end of the summer
Baby come in all colors
No i don't wanna meet your mother
I don't wanna be the reason you and others change the subject
Gotta go home and block your number
Yeah i want you
But no-one ain't told you i can't cuff nobody
Only cause it's the end of the summer
Niko!
★ outro ★
I'm really big right now
I'm really that bitch right now
And you keep playing with me
Like you don't see me calling and texting
Like every bitch that you in front of don't wanna be me
Like stop playing
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