Givin' In Lyrics

I know you like that rough shit, I know you like that rough dick

Just want me to call, but you tryna stall

Come blow me like smoke, just until you choke

Every time you toke, closer to getting soaked

I ain't no GD, but you wanna take all of my folks

I can see you but your desires inside of a cloak

Did you dirty, but acting cleaner than dishes with soap

B's and H's is what you heard when my lips hit your lobe

We not strangers, cause your response even made me know more

The only nigga that can score, take it to the hole

Really took a toll, we connected souls

Cause what I felt in yours, the same as mine's, it's pure.

You been driving, but now that I'm the one taking control

Climax sizing, when you told me you wanted it more

Me deciding, just to leave cause it made your heart tore

You realizing, what you need came back with your heart sore

I know I'm that nigga, Mr Salad Flipper

You could call me John Wick, by the way I hit her

Do it on the humble, wild like the jungle. We can make a tiki tumble, my seeds in you royal rumble

Busy messing up your frontal, acting hard like mahogany. You turning soft on top of me

Drain the sap from out my tree, you keep me in secrecy

Ashamed that you care fiendishly

Might not be what it's meant to be, if I end up saying peace

Can't find no problem, so you reach Don't feel happy, so you a leech

Can't act right, so I gotta teach. You think you coming under heat, so then you spin it off on me

A Beyblade ripping across my cheek Toxicity at its peak

You compromise, think you weak

I beat your game by using cheats. Standing on my two feet, you try to step on them with cleats

You want someone that you can keep But control is not certainly, leaving you lonely's courtesy

Not hurting deep, not losing sleep Crossing the real one, don't come cheap