CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : ​rsvp

We should get together not no coffee
I guess I jus' gotta say I’m sorry, yeah
I could see I know you getting salty
All the sh*t I'm thinkin' sort of harm me
All this sh*t I know n’ I'm still comin' to the party
Just f**k that

I pop out emotion n' you rob me
Lay me down n' do not do it softly (Do it softly)
We should get together not no coffee, yeah
I guess I jus' gotta say I'm sorry, yeah
I could see I know you getting salty (That you gettin' salty)
All the sh*t I’m thinkin’ sort of harm me
All this sh*t I know n' I’m still comin' to the party, yeah

She got the lime out with Bacardi (Bacardi)
Fail to put it down; she sip it up like it was barley (Barley)
I know he don't like me, I know he about to mark me ('bout to mark me)
I could barely care n’ when I do I stress it hardly (Hardly)
I walk in the door I got the bands out (Bands out)
Gucci, Louis, Fendi; I won't hesitate to ball out (Ball out)
Came thru in a foreign glossy brown that b*t*h in park now
Ion' like attention only comin' if it's dark out (Yuh)
Only comin' if its dark out
I jus' killed the roach I hit the snow n' put the spark out
When I'm on my own it seem that non this sh*t is hard now
I jus' put some percs inside my drink n' now I'm far out (Now I'm far out)

Took a lot to recharge me (Recharge me)
I pop out emotion n' you rob me (Rob me)
Lay me down n' do not do it softly
We should get together not no coffee, yeah
I guess I jus' gotta say I'm sorry (I'm sorry), yeah
I could see I know you getting salty (That you getting salty)
All the sh*t I'm thinkin' sort of harm me
All this sh*t I know n' I'm still comin' to the party

Took a lot to recharge me (Recharge me)
I pop out emotion n' you rob me (Rob me)
Lay me down n' do not do it softly (Nouu)
We should get together not no coffee, yeah
I guess I jus' gotta say I'm sorry (Say I'm sorry), yeah
I could see I know you getting salty
All the sh*t I'm thinkin' sort of harm me (It just harms me)
All this sh*t I know n' I'm still comin' to the party

She got the lime out with Bacardi
Fail to put it down she sip it up like it was barley
I know he don't like me I know he about to mark me
I could barely care n' when I do I stress it hardly
I walk in the door I got the bands out
Gucci, Louis, Fendi; I won't hesitate to ball out
Came thru in a foreign glossy brown that b*t*h in park now
Ion' like attention only comin' if it's dark out