Baby, what you wanna get into?
Tell your friend to come through though
We could make it real special
I been planning this for weeks, yeah
But I kept it real low though
I hope you brought more clothes cause
They ain't gon' last the show
I said Schiele, she said Igon, I said shameless
She said same shit, I said Lisa, she said Left-Eye
I said Simpson
I put the tv on blast, she make some green tea and laugh
"So this how you act?"
I said "I'm salty in fact..."
"What's good witcho friend?
I saw her onTinder, we matched"
She told me that don't mean shit
I said then it's lit, let's go to her crib
Shake up the routine, get some henny and poutine
Watch a movie and do things
She said "That's your best segue, some Netflix and Chill?"
I'm not tryna cuff, I'm just tryna be real
And practice this polyamorous idea you presented me
When I started catching feels
She said "That's not how the logic go..."
I thought smashing others was optional
She told me I cannot explain this again
But I knew it was getting more probable
Oh-kay-so
"Let's say we slide to her pad with some doja
Then roll up and practice our sexiest yoga
Then you'd be down?"
"You're really persistent"
"Then you'd be down?"
"I'll roll up the spliff then..."
Baby, what you wanna get into?
Tell your friend to come through though
We could make it real special
I been planning this for weeks, yeah
But I kept it real low though
I hope you brought more clothes cause
They ain't gon' last the show
Rollin all around up in the bed
You and me and plus a couple friends
These girls hittin notes to make a hit
Harmonies and melodies it's lit
We've been told so many things
About how to act in a relationship
But we can make our own rules
Yeah we can make our own rules baby
No one can tell us it's wrong baby
No one can tell us it's wrong
Baby, what you wanna get into?
Tell your friend to come through though
We could make it real special
I been planning this for weeks, yeah
But I kept it real low though
I hope you brought more clothes cause
They ain't gon' last the show
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Baby, what you wanna get into?
Tell your friend to come through though
We could make it real special
I been planning this for weeks, yeah
But I kept it real low though
I hope you brought more clothes cause
They ain't gon' last the show
I said Schiele, she said Igon, I said shameless
She said same shit, I said Lisa, she said Left-Eye
I said Simpson
I put the tv on blast, she make some green tea and laugh
"So this how you act?"
I said "I'm salty in fact..."
"What's good witcho friend?
I saw her onTinder, we matched"
She told me that don't mean shit
I said then it's lit, let's go to her crib
Shake up the routine, get some henny and poutine
Watch a movie and do things
She said "That's your best segue, some Netflix and Chill?"
I'm not tryna cuff, I'm just tryna be real
And practice this polyamorous idea you presented me
When I started catching feels
She said "That's not how the logic go..."
I thought smashing others was optional
She told me I cannot explain this again
But I knew it was getting more probable
Oh-kay-so
"Let's say we slide to her pad with some doja
Then roll up and practice our sexiest yoga
Then you'd be down?"
"You're really persistent"
"Then you'd be down?"
"I'll roll up the spliff then..."
Baby, what you wanna get into?
Tell your friend to come through though
We could make it real special
I been planning this for weeks, yeah
But I kept it real low though
I hope you brought more clothes cause
They ain't gon' last the show
Rollin all around up in the bed
You and me and plus a couple friends
These girls hittin notes to make a hit
Harmonies and melodies it's lit
We've been told so many things
About how to act in a relationship
But we can make our own rules
Yeah we can make our own rules baby
No one can tell us it's wrong baby
No one can tell us it's wrong
Baby, what you wanna get into?
Tell your friend to come through though
We could make it real special
I been planning this for weeks, yeah
But I kept it real low though
I hope you brought more clothes cause
They ain't gon' last the show
Tell your friend to come through though
We could make it real special
I been planning this for weeks, yeah
But I kept it real low though
I hope you brought more clothes cause
They ain't gon' last the show
I said Schiele, she said Igon, I said shameless
She said same shit, I said Lisa, she said Left-Eye
I said Simpson
I put the tv on blast, she make some green tea and laugh
"So this how you act?"
I said "I'm salty in fact..."
"What's good witcho friend?
I saw her onTinder, we matched"
She told me that don't mean shit
I said then it's lit, let's go to her crib
Shake up the routine, get some henny and poutine
Watch a movie and do things
She said "That's your best segue, some Netflix and Chill?"
I'm not tryna cuff, I'm just tryna be real
And practice this polyamorous idea you presented me
When I started catching feels
She said "That's not how the logic go..."
I thought smashing others was optional
She told me I cannot explain this again
But I knew it was getting more probable
Oh-kay-so
"Let's say we slide to her pad with some doja
Then roll up and practice our sexiest yoga
Then you'd be down?"
"You're really persistent"
"Then you'd be down?"
"I'll roll up the spliff then..."
Baby, what you wanna get into?
Tell your friend to come through though
We could make it real special
I been planning this for weeks, yeah
But I kept it real low though
I hope you brought more clothes cause
They ain't gon' last the show
Rollin all around up in the bed
You and me and plus a couple friends
These girls hittin notes to make a hit
Harmonies and melodies it's lit
We've been told so many things
About how to act in a relationship
But we can make our own rules
Yeah we can make our own rules baby
No one can tell us it's wrong baby
No one can tell us it's wrong
Baby, what you wanna get into?
Tell your friend to come through though
We could make it real special
I been planning this for weeks, yeah
But I kept it real low though
I hope you brought more clothes cause
They ain't gon' last the show
Writer: Charles Prioleau, Richard Einhorn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid