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letra de you [mixed] - lola brooke

[intro: bryson tiller & lola brooke]
yeah, tiller, woah
and young lola, controller, come closer
mad pretty, make me lose composure
tad tipsy, won’t you come over?
last lap in the city, know i’m unsober
true, know i see you come over (you know i see you over there, there, there?)
uh-uh, uh-uh

[verse 1: lola brooke & bryson tiller]
i’m a badass brooklyn brown skin b-tch (brown skin b-tch)
and i love a hood n-gga with some toxic d-ck (hey, baby)
nothing but some socks, beef and brocs in it (woah)
have me walking all crooked in my crocs and sh-t (brr)
b-tch, i go taraji for my baby boy (for my baby boy)
ride it like a kawasaki, that’s his favorite toy (favorite toy)
i’ma swipe his ebt like a amex (uh)
give it to him raw (uh), no drawers, no latex (uh, uh)
yeah, i got him b-tt nakеd for me waitin’ at home (waitin’ at home)
b-tch, your p-ssy ain’t hittin’ if hе takin’ too long (if he takin’ too long)
told him, “put my name on it” (yeah), yeah, i’m makin’ him moan
smellin’ lola brooke, that’s his favorite cologne

[chorus: bryson tiller]
ha, huh, i’m yours for the summer
wanna drink until we drunk? i’m choosin’ you, baby
things i wanna do to you, baby
you say he crazy, so i gotta take a risk on you
like why would i lie when i’m tryna put this on you (yeah), baby?
ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
[verse 2: lola brooke & bryson tiller]
tryna make a choice between his leg or his face
sh-t gettin’ more intense than election day
what i expect today is good neck, hood s-x
stop callin’ his phone, b-tch, he catchin’ up on rest (uh)
f-ckin’ with me is a w, f-ck him at the w
the way you cummin’ quick seems to trouble you
i want a rough neck n-gga that’s nasty
my s-x drive wild and this ass is immaculate
put it in my, uh, n-gga stabbin’ it
a shooter that assassin it, tongue doin’ magic tricks
foot on neck (yeah), hand on frontal (frontal)
got him bussin’ nuts ‘fore we leave the holland tunnel (yeah, ooh-ooh)

[chorus: bryson tiller & dionne warwick]
i’m yours for the summer (hey)
wanna drink until we drunk? i’m choosin’ you, baby (walk on by)
things i wanna do to you, baby
you say he crazy, so i gotta take a risk on you (hey, walk on by)
like why would i lie when i’m tryna put this on you (yeah), baby? (walk on by)
(walk on by)

- lola brooke

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