Touch You

What up, boo? I've been missing you And you lookin' good as hell Have me out here fiending for your body, yo But I know you got a new nigga Every time I see him, he got his face all screwed up You better tell him he better fix his face 'Fore I fix it for him That's my word on everything You got a brand new nigga and he got your shit pulled up I'm the same trap nigga and I bring my strap wherever I keep my .45 right beside me I need a Draco, they might try me I shoulda did you right 'cause I know you won't fold You should let me fuck you Let me bе the plug who Buy you everything you want and need Baby, stop missing your blеssings I know you've been stressing Let me show you how shit 'posed to be Baby, you should let me fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Just wanna go skin to skin with you Feel your arms again and all that, you know what I mean? Smell that perfume up under your neck Baby, you should let me fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Miss all that, you know we got that chemistry Our bodies go together And you know that like I know that Baby you should let me— What's up? Yo, matching furs in the cold weather Big blankets near the fireplace, feel better Jewelry shoppin', no rules no options You could have whatever you like 'cause we poppin' I know them birds was jealous when I got you A few of them burnt they feathers I wasn't stable in my love endeavors I find myself climbing these mountains like Mount Everest Another love, forget it We make statements, autograph paintings 40G bangles, emerald-stone bracelets Thank me now, baby, on some Drake shit I'm on your playlist, other niggas is basic Yeah Hit the diner on the T side The peppermint go good with the weed high I know you wanna fuck, I could read eyes It's hard to sit with this burner in my Levi's You should let me fuck you Let me be the plug who Buy you everything you want and need Baby, stop missing your blessings I know you've been stressing Let me show you how shit 'posed to be Baby, you should let me— Candlelights, Poconos Rose petals in the snow, look pretty though Abracadabra, I popped the question Anyone of these three stones is your preference Back at the cabin, I'm draggin' it Sheets wet, both of us covered in sweat, I'm still stabbin' it When I'm done, the whole world know my name One, two, three, four times you came You should let me fuck you Let me be the plug who Buy you everything you want and need Baby, stop missing your blessings I know you've been stressing Let me show you how shit 'posed to be Baby, you should let me—