India, Pt. 3

[Intro]

TouchofTrent be wildin' with it

[Verse]

The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before

The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before

Fuck you from the back, feel like I hit it before

And I asked you for some anus, like you ain’t did it before

Before me, I don't care who was before me

You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely

My baby, challenges, you know ’em, baby

I gravitated your love for the making

Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage

Makе sure you make a hundred Ms off cosmеtics

When I decide to get you a ring, I'm gettin' all carats

And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous

And when I do tell you I love you, it don't be small letters

And you gon' cuss a nigga out, tryna fuck for some Margielas

I hate when you try to ignore me, they tried to say that you ain't for me

I had to figure it out on my own, had to take you on this journey

Got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm

Stop movin' girl, I’m bout to cum

I changed your life from the ghetto

You got me screamin’ falsetto

Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal

Love when your landing, see you at arrival

"No Label" song wasn't for you, I need a title

Done fuckin’ these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal

She don't care to be around my boys

You concealed and carried my heart like a FOID

I don't want no different hoes like Floyd

Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd

I’m holding you down, you so used to clowns

Pop up unannounced, told me he a mouse

Told me don't give him pounds, told me he ain't allowed

Told me he ain't my crowd, it was true, so I'm proud

[Outro]

Make me proud

Make me proud

Make me proud

Make me proud, baby