Boy Bye

Lyrics: Ibrahim Hamad/Anthony Parrino/Courtney Salter/David Debrandon Brown Music: Ibrahim Hamad/Anthony Parrino/Courtney Salter/David Debrandon Brown Sweet like mangoes Sweet like mangoes, huh? Yeah You so ****in’ fake Say it with you chest, say what you mean, stop playin’ with me I’m not playin’, see, that’s the problem, like I ain’t playin’ either, shit That’s, that’s the problem like But I’m not hearin’ the ****ed up shit you sayin’, but Talkin’ all that shit, where your girl at? You are way too fine, to be alone (Well, thank you, thank you, I appreciate that) Girl, with all that ass and no one behind it, oh I’m just wonderin’ if I can walk you home (Home, home) Boy, bye Thinkin’ you gon’ come inside Boy, bye Not tonight Woah, now Can’t say it ain’t worth a try It feels right I’m tryna make you mine, oh Shit, well, if you can't give mе your number, let me follow you or somеthin’ I actually got a man, yeah Uh, really? (Mmm) You playin’? (Nah, I’m good) That’s cap, come on (Oop, my phone just died) Okay, okay, I get it Talkin’ all that shit, where your ride at? ‘Cause I got someone waitin’ upstairs Girl, you ****in’ lyin’, I ain’t talkin’ cujo, hey Why don’t you let me inside so I can take you there? Oh Those lines belong in 1995 (Oh) Just like them funky Nikes (Ooh) Girl, why you got me workin’ from 9 to 5? (Hey) With those wrong socks Them toes just bussin’ out them slides, but I like it Yo Shut up, I forgot my Dr. Scholl’s Dr. No (**** you) Nah, it’s cool, I’m joshin’, I’m joshin’ I **** with you, like, mmm, what’s up? Ooh, I don’t know you True, I like you (I do) Ooh, I don’t know you (I don’t know) True, I like you (I like you, baby) I know you’re playin’ with me (I know) I know you’ve been hangin’ with (No, no) Casey, Georgette, and Judy (Yeah) I don’t know who you think you are foolin’ Mon ami Stop playin’ with my time, mmm I know you think that I’m shady I want you to be my baby Sunsets, big daydreamin’ lately Girl, I think of you on the daily She said that I look better with her eyes closed I said, “Be careful where you walk, baby, there’s potholes” Touch is soft like shea butter, cocoa melanin color (Ooh) Go crazy when we cut up, only think that I know You a secret rapper? Huh? I don’t date those so… A secret rapper? I mean, I’m rappin’ to you, you know, but, like (Oh, no) Damn, come on now (No) I can’t just talk to you? Like, let me open up, I’m getting more and more... Boy, hush (Come on) You probably never had real love before Uh, no, like, that’s the thing, like, I have And that’s why I can tell this is givin’ you fraudulent, it’s givin’ I don’t even bring baggage from other spots but over here, baby, like, I’m tryna **** on some fresh shit, you feel me? There’s no projection, I just can tell by your erection that (Mmm) This is shady But I ain’t gon’ pass on that ass, you know what I’m sayin’? I’ma hit the gas That was nice Man, that was like, hahaha That was really good, like My angel, angel And I love all your angles, angles