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[Yxng Bane]
Let me in, don't cut me off

[Yxng Bane]
You know, you make a nigga want it and don't even try (Yeah)
And I can tell that you been training, figured your waistline (Yeah)
Save the space in your bed when you sleep at night
But you never call me selfish when I give my time (Yeah, yeah)

I'm in your city for a week
Tell me you're down, tell me you're free
Shot went off, feet both touched the streets
Thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she (Yeah)
I'm in your city for a week
Tell me you're down, tell me you're free (Yeah, yeah)
Shot went off, feet both touched the streets
I thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she

Won't you let me take it off?
Have a break, I'll break you off
Make me wanna wine up, dance
Let me in, don't cut me off
Won't you let me take it off?
Have a break, I'll break you off
Make me wanna wine up, dance
Let me in, don't cut me off

[Yxng Bane]
And I can tell that you ain't stingy, girl, it's been some time (Yeah, yeah)
When man ah said that mi nuh pree, true mi pree from time (From time)
Fell asleep at the crib, waking up at five
You say you starting work at nine
You ain't gotta work 'til I've had mines (Ooh, yeah)
Ain't always showing up to work on time

I'm in your city for a week
Tell me you're down, tell me you're free
Shot went off, feet both touched the streets
Thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she (Yeah)
I'm in your city for a week (Week)
Tell me you're down, tell me you're free (Free)
Shot went off, feet both touched the streets (Streets)
I thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she

[Dirtbike LB]
I just left the fashion week, ah
She a rider, she don't have a repeat, ah
I been loving how my diamonds set
I been loving how your p*ssy so wet
And we ain't even sex
You're addicted to heels, so I buy you both pairs
Got you flying first class, no stress
And I know that I make mistakes
Take a break, girl, please forgive
She my rider for sure, I don't care where she go
No, no, I don't wanna control her
No, no, girl, suck it slow-mo', girl
We be pouring up the drink, both gone, yeah
And we saying that we right, both wrong, yeah
We've been waiting for tonight, girl, it's on, yeah
I just pulled up in the Range Rove', girl, I'm coming home, yeah

[Young Adz]
See, when you're f*cking with a rich nigga, ah, you better get used to the sound (Hmm-hmm)
Yeah, and I got €50,000 on me right now, I'll blow it, Champs-Élys' to Milan (Pssh, pssh)
I was, never supposed to fall in love, but life doesn't go to plan (Doesn't go to plan)
Yeah, like, all these bitches don't compare, 'cause I just asked you for head, I'ma ask her for a hand
Please (Brrt)
Ring size (Huh), Chanel size (Huh)
Do you while still a slime (Slime)
Ex-nigga fumbled the bag, he ain't do you right (Haha)
Tell him to stay out of our business cah it's just you and I

I'm in your city for a week
Tell me you're down, tell me you're free
Shot went off, feet both touched the streets
Thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she (Yeah)
I'm in your city for a week (Week)
Tell me you're down, tell me you're free (Free)
Shot went off, feet both touched the streets (Streets)
I thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she

Won't you let me take it off?
Have a break, I'll break you off
Make me wanna wine up, dance
Let me in, don't cut me off

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