TEMPTATIONS

(Chosolovely) (Aye, hold on) (It's Chosolovely nigga) Baby I seen your number on my telephone She wanna slide through to rehearse some that she wrote Your temptations got you acting outta control Girl taste it, baby make you crazy You looking fine as hell Got all that money, wheres your clientele at I heard you chilling on the east side Just me slide for a minute I need a remind of that Cause she so ghetto and nasty I'll tag her in my post but she can never get at me She always coming with baggage But can you spare a couple minutes Girl I'm tryna get your digits and I'm sorry for persisting I can't control how I act Girl you not for the streets you know what your worth is God your pussy so aquatic I know how to surf it I need you to come over you know that it's urgent Need you to fix that brain like a fucking surgeon You did the same thing, over and over, playing in my head like a daydream I'll never slide when I'm sober cause I'm with you it's all the same things She on her third year of college ASU she don't need saving She really played me And where she headed, she don't need her heart Can't believe in no second chance cause of those girls that did me wrong Cause she so frozen, no emotion Two big shots in the club, and she rolling Back and forth how I'm giving her this motion I seen your number on my telephone (On the telephone) She wanna slide through to rehearse some that she wrote Your temptations got you acting outta control (Hold on) Girl taste it, baby make you crazy I can put it on my soul That I would do it for my bro But you done fucked that nigga behind my back so you a hoe And you always texting 'bae I'm coming over' when you don't You laid up on Instagram showing couples and be like goals I just want you for your truth, bae I just want you, I just want you I'm too jaded from your clues Girl he don't want you stop going for him He your fling just for a moment All them other niggas trolling you Why you think after you fuck they keep ghosting you And I got too many hoes but I dropped them for you Haha But ill drop them for you The way I speak into the bottle, me singing the blues I just know about the shit but she ain't getting the truth (Excuse me, excuse me) Hop up in that Benz she got too loose She had a few drinks, with me, just to get her outside the club But here's the thing with me I know you can't take your eyes off me Bring the bottle of Celine I told her bring the models so I can smear their Maybelline Put them all in a Range Rover, got them bitches saying all the same things yea (Said I love you, no you don't) (Said I trust you, bitch no you don't) (Said I'll fuck you, you just won't smoke) (Oh, she knows) (Baby like why you calling me on the telephone)