finesser - pat (patarchives) lyrics
i like the way you kiss me
i like the way you, uh
i like the way you kiss me, i can tell you miss me
i can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits
not tryna be romantic, i’ll hit it from the back
just so you don’t get attached (‘tached, ‘tached, ‘tached)
i said you could be the one lil hoe
got rich, now she wanna come over
double cup, i might just hold me a four
they gon call my cell on the day that i blow up
i said im somwhere you ain’t ever seen before
dont try to test me or yo’ head gon’ get blown up
i got gas that i’m selling on the low
got rich, thе second that i woke up
put me to thе edge and i’ll never fall off
try to test me, you won’t die slow
i don’t know how to feel, cause i ain’t never felt love
this ain’t a dream, just keep your eyes closed
i like the way you kiss me
i like the way you, uh
i like the way you kiss me, i can tell you miss me
i can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits
not tryna be romantic, i’ll hit it from the back
just so you don’t get attached (‘tached, ‘tached, ‘tached)
(no i ain’t trying)
i said you could be the one lil hoe
got rich, now she wanna come over
double cup, i might just hold me a four
they gon call my cell on the day that i blow up
and she want pull up with pat ’cause she know who i am
hunnid bands at 14 yuh, i feel like the man
i’m like, how you talkin’ to me, you got dropped got it on cam
smoked on his pack and i’ll do it once again
she said, pat you a flexer
i don’t trust hoes ima finesser
and he watchin’ what i make, he a pocket watch professer
you tied down on pat, yeah, this chop gon’ give a lecture
i said you could be the one lil hoe
got rich, now she wanna come over
double cup, i might just hold me a four
they gon call my cell on the day that i blow up
i said im somwhere you ain’t ever seen before
dont try to test me or yo’ head gon’ get blown up
i got gas that i’m selling on the low
got rich, the second that i woke up
i like the way you kiss me
i like the way you, uh
i like the way you kiss me, i can tell you miss me
i can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits
not tryna be romantic, i’ll hit it from the back
just so you don’t get attached (‘tached, ‘tached, ‘tached)
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