I be grabbing on ur ass
You be scratching on my back
I know just what to do
I know she like it like that
She be callin me daddy when I'm beating up the cat
And after we finish she go smoke on a black
The blacker their berry
The sweeter the juice
Imma hungry nigga
I be eating all the fruit
Let me work you out
Have you sweat from the roots
You ain't gotta say nothing
I know what to do
Let me take you out
This ain't no date
I wanna be friends
Got enough on my plate
Who knew that love
Would turn into hate
Who knew that friends
Would turn into fakes
I'm not into trends
I'm in my own space
I'm callin girl
Sorry imma be late
Gotta get this dough
Cause I'm bout to bake a cake
She say ok I made u a plate
Thinkin bout my daughter
Like she got my whole face
F*ck all the fathers who never filled tht place
Im my own man and I make my mistakes
In my own lane while I'm doin the race
I don't f*ck with lames that ain't ever been the case
I prayed for my brother when he had that gun case
These niggas ain't real they too busy being fake
Im big deal got me feeling like I'm drake
I be grabbing on ur ass
She be scratching on my back
I know just what to do
I know she like it like that
She be callin me daddy when I'm beating up the cat
And after we finish she go smoke on a black
The blacker their berry
The sweeter the juice
Imma hungry nigga
I be eating all the fruit
Let me work you out
Have you sweating from the roots
You ain't gotta say nothing
I know what to do
Ayee Von - Sweeter Lyrics
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I be grabbing on ur ass
You be scratching on my back
I know just what to do
I know she like it like that
She be callin me daddy when I'm beating up the cat
And after we finish she go smoke on a black
The blacker their berry
The sweeter the juice
Imma hungry nigga
I be eating all the fruit
Let me work you out
Have you sweat from the roots
You ain't gotta say nothing
I know what to do
Let me take you out
This ain't no date
I wanna be friends
Got enough on my plate
Who knew that love
Would turn into hate
Who knew that friends
Would turn into fakes
I'm not into trends
I'm in my own space
I'm callin girl
Sorry imma be late
Gotta get this dough
Cause I'm bout to bake a cake
She say ok I made u a plate
Thinkin bout my daughter
Like she got my whole face
F*ck all the fathers who never filled tht place
Im my own man and I make my mistakes
In my own lane while I'm doin the race
I don't f*ck with lames that ain't ever been the case
I prayed for my brother when he had that gun case
These niggas ain't real they too busy being fake
Im big deal got me feeling like I'm drake
I be grabbing on ur ass
She be scratching on my back
I know just what to do
I know she like it like that
She be callin me daddy when I'm beating up the cat
And after we finish she go smoke on a black
The blacker their berry
The sweeter the juice
Imma hungry nigga
I be eating all the fruit
Let me work you out
Have you sweating from the roots
You ain't gotta say nothing
I know what to do
You be scratching on my back
I know just what to do
I know she like it like that
She be callin me daddy when I'm beating up the cat
And after we finish she go smoke on a black
The blacker their berry
The sweeter the juice
Imma hungry nigga
I be eating all the fruit
Let me work you out
Have you sweat from the roots
You ain't gotta say nothing
I know what to do
Let me take you out
This ain't no date
I wanna be friends
Got enough on my plate
Who knew that love
Would turn into hate
Who knew that friends
Would turn into fakes
I'm not into trends
I'm in my own space
I'm callin girl
Sorry imma be late
Gotta get this dough
Cause I'm bout to bake a cake
She say ok I made u a plate
Thinkin bout my daughter
Like she got my whole face
F*ck all the fathers who never filled tht place
Im my own man and I make my mistakes
In my own lane while I'm doin the race
I don't f*ck with lames that ain't ever been the case
I prayed for my brother when he had that gun case
These niggas ain't real they too busy being fake
Im big deal got me feeling like I'm drake
I be grabbing on ur ass
She be scratching on my back
I know just what to do
I know she like it like that
She be callin me daddy when I'm beating up the cat
And after we finish she go smoke on a black
The blacker their berry
The sweeter the juice
Imma hungry nigga
I be eating all the fruit
Let me work you out
Have you sweating from the roots
You ain't gotta say nothing
I know what to do
Writer: Devon Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave