CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sour Patch (2018)
Girl you know my love true, it's type of sh*t I love to prove
And your ex keep on calling you
But tell that n***a that I got you now
So pull up on my side of town
Cause tonight, I'm 'bout to lay you down
And you gone want another round
And I bet not here you make a sound
F**k them other n***as, they just in the way
You f**king with a rich n***a, I get paid
And all them jealous hoes that got sh*t to say
The b*t*hes they just mad, they ain't in your place
Imma hold you down down down down down
Imma hold you down down down down down
Imma hold you down down down down down
Them b*t*hes they just mad, they ain't in your place
We can make love in this sprinter
Imma eat you out after dinner
Girl you know you f**king with a winner
I know you gone ride, you my hitter
Yea, them hoes mad, they just bitter
We-we make love in this sprinter
Imma eat you out after dinner
Girl you know you f**king with a winner
I know you gone ride, you my hitter
Yea, them hoes mad, they just bitter
Imma hold you down down down down down
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
If I ain't got, you by my side
Then who, gone ride for me
If I ain't got, you by my side
Then who, gone ride for me
D-Town n***a, I've been coming off the wave
Can't no other b*t*h ever try to take your place
First you sour then you sweet you know to get your way
Knowing you a blessing baby that's amazing grace
F**k all of that shade they throwing, 'less stay in our lane
You know that I'm still tryna get used to this fame
You the only one that help me take away the pain
That's why imma make you wifey, I ain't even playing games
We-we can make love in this sprinter
Imma eat you out after dinner
Girl you know you f**king with a winner
I know you gone ride, you my hitter
Yea, them hoes mad, they just bitter
We-we make love in this sprinter
Imma eat you out after dinner
Girl you know you f**king with a winner
I know you gone ride, you my hitter
Yea, them hoes mad, they just bitter
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
Them b*t*hes they just mad they ain't in your place
Outro-
Them b*t*hes, they just mad, they ain't in your place
Them b*t*hes, they just mad, they ain't in your place
And your ex keep on calling you
But tell that n***a that I got you now
So pull up on my side of town
Cause tonight, I'm 'bout to lay you down
And you gone want another round
And I bet not here you make a sound
F**k them other n***as, they just in the way
You f**king with a rich n***a, I get paid
And all them jealous hoes that got sh*t to say
The b*t*hes they just mad, they ain't in your place
Imma hold you down down down down down
Imma hold you down down down down down
Imma hold you down down down down down
Them b*t*hes they just mad, they ain't in your place
We can make love in this sprinter
Imma eat you out after dinner
Girl you know you f**king with a winner
I know you gone ride, you my hitter
Yea, them hoes mad, they just bitter
We-we make love in this sprinter
Imma eat you out after dinner
Girl you know you f**king with a winner
I know you gone ride, you my hitter
Yea, them hoes mad, they just bitter
Imma hold you down down down down down
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
If I ain't got, you by my side
Then who, gone ride for me
If I ain't got, you by my side
Then who, gone ride for me
D-Town n***a, I've been coming off the wave
Can't no other b*t*h ever try to take your place
First you sour then you sweet you know to get your way
Knowing you a blessing baby that's amazing grace
F**k all of that shade they throwing, 'less stay in our lane
You know that I'm still tryna get used to this fame
You the only one that help me take away the pain
That's why imma make you wifey, I ain't even playing games
We-we can make love in this sprinter
Imma eat you out after dinner
Girl you know you f**king with a winner
I know you gone ride, you my hitter
Yea, them hoes mad, they just bitter
We-we make love in this sprinter
Imma eat you out after dinner
Girl you know you f**king with a winner
I know you gone ride, you my hitter
Yea, them hoes mad, they just bitter
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
(Imma hold you down down down down down)
Them b*t*hes they just mad they ain't in your place
Outro-
Them b*t*hes, they just mad, they ain't in your place
Them b*t*hes, they just mad, they ain't in your place
