(Verse 1)

Its 1:23 she sent me 4 sms's
They 5 deep in 6 inch heels and the baddest dresses
But she a 7 in 'seppes and a seven in Seven's
She snub the thirst like a .38 nigga no suppression
Suggestions of linkin' like a test on emancipation
In our conversation, she got me waitin', she contemplatin'
I had her runnin like Walter Payton, she swore she wouldn't
I fit her figure, but yet she figurin that she shouldn't
She wouldn't if titles made they way on the playin' field
But we made a deal, she tries her best to maintain her chill
Despite her lust for love, she's content with her reservations
She just wants the question marks to be periods and exclamations
I'm understanding, but see relations take preparations
And rushin leaves you lookin for payback, reparations
And see you knew what it was fuckin wit me
So quit that runnin from me, im who you comin to see, tonight

(Hook)

(Verse 2)


She frontin' like she don't really want it, but she still she knows that i own it
'Cus i come with a bonus and beat the box like opponents
Composin' lyrics, she understands a nigga be workin'
But what she wants for certain is assurance i ain't out here flirtin'
It's curtains, she shoulda cursed it 'fore the boundary was set
What you do on the side conditions wont allow me to check,
But check shorty, shortly maybe we'll come to agreements
About who i shouldn't be seein' that'll give you a grievance
With me you feelin completed, i'm just fillin' ya void haha
You think i'm playin' that there got you annoyed
A toy is not what ya heart is, so you don't see why i'm playin' wit it
But me, i'm complacent wit layin' with it not stayin' with it but you can stay and kick it
She say all men be same story
Paralyzed, women all do the same for me
Maybe my brain told me your a smarter choice
Then the other head tells me these women you gettin' moist my nigga they gotta voice
All of want attention
You in your prime and let em know right from the beginning
You plan on swimmin' until you find that one that puts you under
So whats love in the winter might turn may turn sour in the summer, uh
See under covers you might think were lovers, but i yo lust ya
Too easy for someone else to go touch ya, ha
See under covers you might think that were lovers
But whats love up in the winter could go sour in the summer, for real