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classy
by Ty
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Love it when you talk nasty
Make me hop up in the backseat
I would call the flight, baby you just gotta ask me
Show me how you classy
Show me how you bend over back for the stat-sheet
So I turn it to a track meet
Bitch I am an all-star, you are just an athlete
Sit back for a minute
Let me tell you 'bout the ways I would act for the kitten
You the type to fix my act when I'm slippin'
And the type to pack a bag like you dipping
But we both know that you're staying before you finishing the sentence
All about the business
Doing you like paperwork, the office lights tinted
I ain't never been a swimmer, but the Michael Phelps came out
Back stroke in it
Let me show you what we're bringin' to the table
Buffet out, somehow ungrateful
I don't need the horse, I'm stable
Fuck the mustang, know the hellcat paid for
I ain't waking up no neighbors
Block party just my crib, I'm able
Not a church girl, still faithful
Fairytale bitch, but it's not no fable
Ask me why I keep the cane?
Motherfucker, I'm able
I don't throw shade, man the sun do favors
Love it when you're here, here, here
Then you're gone
Baby you should wait, wait, wait
'Cause you belong
I Know the little games you play
I play my songs
Baby you could say my name like all night long
Know that I been absent, baby yeah you abstract
Told you first thing, I was never gon backtrack
Never mind, scratch that
Tell me 'bout your past like, can we get past that?
Love it when you talk nasty
Make me hop up in the backseat
I would call the flight, baby you just gotta ask me
Show me how you classy
Show me how you bend over back for the stat-sheet
So I turn it to a track meet
Bitch I am an all-star, you are just an athlete
Love it when you talk nasty
Make me hop up in the backseat
I would call the flight, baby you just gotta ask me
Show me how you classy
Show me how you bend over back for the stat-sheet
So I turn it to a track meet
Bitch I am an all-star, you are just an athlete
Sit back for a minute
Let me tell you 'bout the ways I would act for the kitten
You the type to fix my act when I'm slippin'
And the type to pack a bag like you dipping
But we both know that you're staying before you finishing the sentence
All about the business
Doing you like paperwork, the office lights tinted
I ain't never been a swimmer, but the Michael Phelps came out
Back stroke in it
Let me show you what we're bringin' to the table
Buffet out, somehow ungrateful
I don't need the horse, I'm stable
Fuck the mustang, know the hellcat paid for
I ain't waking up no neighbors
Block party just my crib, I'm able
Not a church girl, still faithful
Fairytale bitch, but it's not no fable
Ask me why I keep the cane?
Motherfucker, I'm able
I don't throw shade, man the sun do favors
Love it when you're here, here, here
Then you're gone
Baby you should wait, wait, wait
'Cause you belong
I Know the little games you play
I play my songs
Baby you could say my name like all night long
Know that I been absent, baby yeah you abstract
Told you first thing, I was never gon backtrack
Never mind, scratch that
Tell me 'bout your past like, can we get past that?
Love it when you talk nasty
Make me hop up in the backseat
I would call the flight, baby you just gotta ask me
Show me how you classy
Show me how you bend over back for the stat-sheet
So I turn it to a track meet
Bitch I am an all-star, you are just an athlete
