Fine Wine

I am not the type to get scared I just wanna end up flexing in a Montclair Baby, your friends are talkin' about me Do you believe them or do you trust me Yeah, aye, you a bad ho, shawty sipping on that fine wine, lil' shawty Get the fuck right outta my face, little shawty, yeah Girl your woahdie, looking low he lonely, I'm rolling forties, shawty Got that inventory, shit's getting a little gory So I'm sitting in a dark room fighting all my demons off And she keeps getting worse Feeling really loose, I'll say it with a slur I'll choose you over them cause baby, you are not a joke But when your friends say things behind my back It really fucks with my head And brings out a dark side That I had to keep held inside for a very long time When shit gets colder, I blow it off like it's fine I cannot imagine you with any other guy So when I see you on your phone, yeah, I think that it's a little sus But what can I say, I just really want you, baby Both spiritually and sexually, that will not ever change Just do not disrespect me I will give you all the love, my baby Will you give it back? I'll see you in the past I got a blast, call me back What Give it back I'll see you in the past, I got a blast Call me back You a bad ho, shawty, sipping on that fine wine Aye, yeah, you a bad ho, shawty, sipping on that fine wine Lil' shawty, get the fuck right outta my face Little shawty, yeah Girl, your whoadie, looking low he lonely I'm rolling forties, shawty, got that inventory Shit's getting a little gory I do not ever wanna end the love, my baby But I tell you, I really gotta run away From you It's okay, don't be afraid, trust me When I say I'm a slave for you Fuckin' beautiful 40, woahdie, blow me It's over, choke me Whoop