Lola Brooke - You (feat. Bryson Tiller) (Lyrics) - Video

Lola Brooke - You (feat. Bryson Tiller) (Lyrics)
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???? Lyrics You - Lola Brooke (feat. Bryson Tiller)
Tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
Yeah, Tiller, woah
And Young Lola, controller, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won't you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober
True, know I see you come over (You know I see you over there, there, there?)
Uh-uh, uh-uh

I'm a badass Brooklyn brown skin bitch (Brown skin bitch)
And I love a hood nigga with some toxic dick (Hey, baby)
Nothing but some socks, beef and brocs in it (Woah)
Have me walking all crooked in my Crocs and shit (Brr)
Bitch, I go Taraji for my baby boy (For my baby boy)
Ride it like a Kawasaki, that's his favorite toy (Favorite toy)
I'ma swipe his EBT like a Amex (Uh)
Give it to him raw (Uh), no drawers, no latex (Uh, uh)
Yeah, I got him butt naked for me waitin' at home (Waitin' at home)
Bitch, your pussy ain't hittin' if he takin' too long (If he takin' too long)
Told him, "Put my name on it" (Yeah), yeah, I'm makin' him moan
Smellin' Lola Brooke, that's his favorite cologne

Ha, huh, I'm yours for the summer
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (Yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Tryna make a choice between his leg or his face
Shit gettin' more intense than Election Day
What I expect today is good neck, hood sex
Stop callin' his phone, bitch, he catchin' up on rest (Uh)
Fuckin' with me is a W, fuck him at the W
The way you cummin' quick seems to trouble you
I want a rough neck nigga that's nasty
My sex drive wild and this ass is immaculate
Put it in my, uh, nigga stabbin' it
A shooter that assassin it, tongue doin' magic tricks
Foot on neck (Yeah), hand on frontal (Frontal)
Got him bussin' nuts 'fore we leave the Holland Tunnel (Yeah, ooh-ooh)

I'm yours for the summer (Hey)
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you (Hey)
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (Yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Yeah, Tiller
Oh-ooh-woah, baby, yeah
Young Lola, controller, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won't you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober
True, you know I see you come over (You know I see you over there, there, there?)