Yo it's getting late
Twisting up some Wedding Cake
Wanna get the message straight
I don't really mess with fate
Got a lot of bets to make
They think I oughta celebrate
I'm testing out these feelings
That I really gotta separate
Now shes texting great
But people waiting on me
Me and you inside a room
Then its gunna be a homi
Yeah, I tinker with your heart
Like I just picked up a new hobby
Run the track, don't feel a thing
I'm looking like I'm Ricky Bobby
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
Baby read between the lines
Got your voice up in my beats
Crazy thoughts up in my head
Rather you be in my sheets
Come and pull up to my bed
Boy I put that on repeat
Yeah, we both know what I meant
Know I'm trouble, you retreat
Balenciaga on my feet
Read my lips, yeah they spit heat
Is it hot up in this booth babe
Or is it me
Baby, I got what you need
I don't know what Solo mean
Baby, I know how you be
Gotta see it to believe
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
And if you didn't know
Got more green than Piccalo
The way she kissing me under tree
It's like there's mistletoe
I gotta dip for sure
Tour the world and hit the globe
Facetime to waste time
We living by a different code
Now that shits exposed
You know that my pens Godly
I keep the peace in line
You can call me Wreck-It Ghandi
Heres my piece of mind
What I'm suggesting probably
When it comes to Solo's flow
Its no doubt like Gwen Stefani
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Yo it's getting late
Twisting up some Wedding Cake
Wanna get the message straight
I don't really mess with fate
Got a lot of bets to make
They think I oughta celebrate
I'm testing out these feelings
That I really gotta separate
Now shes texting great
But people waiting on me
Me and you inside a room
Then its gunna be a homi
Yeah, I tinker with your heart
Like I just picked up a new hobby
Run the track, don't feel a thing
I'm looking like I'm Ricky Bobby
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
Baby read between the lines
Got your voice up in my beats
Crazy thoughts up in my head
Rather you be in my sheets
Come and pull up to my bed
Boy I put that on repeat
Yeah, we both know what I meant
Know I'm trouble, you retreat
Balenciaga on my feet
Read my lips, yeah they spit heat
Is it hot up in this booth babe
Or is it me
Baby, I got what you need
I don't know what Solo mean
Baby, I know how you be
Gotta see it to believe
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
And if you didn't know
Got more green than Piccalo
The way she kissing me under tree
It's like there's mistletoe
I gotta dip for sure
Tour the world and hit the globe
Facetime to waste time
We living by a different code
Now that shits exposed
You know that my pens Godly
I keep the peace in line
You can call me Wreck-It Ghandi
Heres my piece of mind
What I'm suggesting probably
When it comes to Solo's flow
Its no doubt like Gwen Stefani
Twisting up some Wedding Cake
Wanna get the message straight
I don't really mess with fate
Got a lot of bets to make
They think I oughta celebrate
I'm testing out these feelings
That I really gotta separate
Now shes texting great
But people waiting on me
Me and you inside a room
Then its gunna be a homi
Yeah, I tinker with your heart
Like I just picked up a new hobby
Run the track, don't feel a thing
I'm looking like I'm Ricky Bobby
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
Baby read between the lines
Got your voice up in my beats
Crazy thoughts up in my head
Rather you be in my sheets
Come and pull up to my bed
Boy I put that on repeat
Yeah, we both know what I meant
Know I'm trouble, you retreat
Balenciaga on my feet
Read my lips, yeah they spit heat
Is it hot up in this booth babe
Or is it me
Baby, I got what you need
I don't know what Solo mean
Baby, I know how you be
Gotta see it to believe
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
Need to stop this damn faking
Could have all you need
But still, be lost in translation
Paid the cost with grams weighed in
And I don't f*ck with 12
Unless they pots and pans of bacon
And if you didn't know
Got more green than Piccalo
The way she kissing me under tree
It's like there's mistletoe
I gotta dip for sure
Tour the world and hit the globe
Facetime to waste time
We living by a different code
Now that shits exposed
You know that my pens Godly
I keep the peace in line
You can call me Wreck-It Ghandi
Heres my piece of mind
What I'm suggesting probably
When it comes to Solo's flow
Its no doubt like Gwen Stefani
Writer: Brian Porter, Heather Huberty
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