camp777 - Scorpio Lyrics

Back it up, back it up
Alright, hold up
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Okay
Took her out of panties, she done lost her attitude
Damn
Freakin' her off Xannies, they done put me in a mood
Okay
No, I'm not her man, after we f*ck, she get the boot
And send her home, repeat the cycle, shoot the text
Come through
I can turn you up, lil' bitch, I give you what you need
What you need
She say she a fan and she can't wait until we meet
Damn
You ain't gotta choose between him or me
I keep it P, I be the side long as we freakin' in the sheets
Bad bitch, and she know she f*ckin' with a G
That's right
I can boss you up and take you on a shopping spree
Mm-hmm
You can call it trickin', but I'm doin' what I want
Cause if she pretty in her face, then I'ma buy what she want
Fendi bag, LV, Birkin or a watch
Okay
Bust down everything to turn you up a notch
That part
Play your part correctly, I'll buy your ass a house
Keep it on the low, I want you quiet as a mouse
I'm just bein' honest
Mm-hmm
Slim waist, pretty face, got her what she wanted
Messy buns, sweatpants, I think you the hottest
Go ahead, pop your shit, f*ck bein' modest
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, yeah, I love me a slut
Hate to see you walk away, I love to see you strut
I don't wanna waste time at all, I know you tryna get crushed
That's the reason why you trippin' on me, don't give me a fuss
Took her out of panties, she done lost her attitude
Damn
Freakin' her off Xannies, they done put me in a mood
That Part
No, I'm not her man, after we f*ck, she get the boot
And send her home, repeat the cycle, shoot a text
Come through
Uh-huh
F*ckin' you in private, put my phone on DND
That part
House so f*ckin' big, she thinkin' it's a BNB
She know I'm the hottest, so we gotta sneaky lean
I buss her down, I sent her home, then grabbed my phone and repeat
Uh-huh
Go ahead and repeat, hit it from the back
Lil' baby, that's a three-peat
She my lil' super soaker, we need some clean sheets
She my lil', yeah, yeah, she my lil' Freak-a-leek
Kitty in a coffin, I'll just go and say the eulogy
Hot as Arizona, baby body, yeah, it's really tea
Wasn't good at science, but, baby, we got chemistry
Met you in the past, like, f*ck it, we got history
Nobody know that we f*ckin', this a mystery
Your ex nigga sick, that nigga is in misery
My name stay all up in your mouth just like Listerine
If she had my baby, I don't claim it like it's Billie Jean
Yeah, if I like her, blow a bag on her
Slim waist, but she got a lil' ass on her
Met her up in Onyx, poppin' rubber bands on her
I'm that nigga that put all them Birkin bags on her
Took her to the mall, let her splurge it, what's the word, baby
You can hit my line, just don't get on my nerves, baby
Tryna watch the road, but you got all them curves, baby
That's your man, oh, hell nah, he a nerd, baby
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
You know we just freakin', right
I'm not finna hold you when we sleep at night
You get wet as hell and you keep it tight
We can f*ck, but I ain't tryna get too deep alright
Bring your friend, I might need a double team aight
That nigga bluff, he don't wanna meet this heat aight
Watch how you suck it, I don't wanna feel no teeth aight
Be a freak tonight, you can't be with me for life
Break her back in, leave her like, what happened
Heard a lot of stories about me, baby, ain't no cappin
Brand new AMG, I just pulled that off the lot
Shorty in Miami, out there f*ckin' with an MD
Just went MIA, I'm with new hoes
This shit isn't rap to me, I'm tryna get a Benz
Tryna f*ck with Kylie and Kendall, and end up with a Kim
Block you, then unblock you, then I block your ass again
Took her out of panties, she done lost her attitude
Damn
Freakin' her off Xannies, they done put me in a mood
That Part
No, I'm not her man, after we f*ck, she get the boot
And send her home, repeat the cycle, shoot a text
Come through
Uh-huh
F*ckin' you in private, put my phone on DND
That part
House so f*ckin' big, she thinkin' it's a BNB
She know I'm the hottest, so we gotta sneaky link
I bust it down, I send her home, then grab my phone
And repeat, huh