Wit That Fye (feat. R.T.R Wan) - R.T.R Jae

All them other girls they ain't the same as me Simply 'cause there really ain't no tamin' me Crazy if you think you runnin' game on me Quick to move around, you know it's up to me Over bein' drama but ain't no sun in me Good by myself, don't need no company Quick to cut 'em off, you know my time ain't free I do what I want, ain't trickin' me Pull up in the new-new, I be all the air Bakarat, it's a fragrance, I come through and they stare Blessing up the speakers, gon' put you in the rear Shawty she a winner she gon' get it herself And that's real (and that's real), and that's real (and that's real) Give a fuck (give a fuck), how you feel You the type to think that I'ma always be here Never met nobody that can love me for real And that's real (real), and that's real (real) And that's real (real), yeah Used to be goddess, he done cry all night Done give it to him good, to keep him actin' right They never last long, they tend to mess up your life I seen that time was tickin' so I took up the price Daddy told me, "Baby, don't let these boys get so flex" After I heard before I should've use the advice Took a little time to get control of my life Came up from the trenches, to that girl overnight Pull up in the new-new, I be all the air Bakarat, it's a fragrance, I come through and they stare Blessing up the speakers, gon' put you in the rear Shawty she a winner she gon' get it herself And that's real (and that's real), and that's real (and that's real) Give a fuck (give a fuck), how you feel You the type to think that I'ma always be here Never met nobody that can love me for real I need you to be around me, hell yeah All they ever wanna do is doubt me, hell yeah Hoodie on low like it was cloudy, hell yeah And some dark niggas be around me, hell yeah Headshot put you on a bounty, hell yeah If you don't want smoke, don't come around me, hell yeah And I don't wanna have to be in no county All this water on my neck and wrist, I'm drowny Don't give me head while it's dark, oh I wanna see your face, do somethin' nasty, call me papa Say you got your ways 'til I do magic on you, ta-da Saint Laurent jeans, okay you be on fly time Say you got a man, it's okay I'll be your side dawg Come put this whole gang in your mouth, 'til it's all gone And you don't even gotta spit it out, you can swallow And you don't even gotta spit it out, you can swallow Baby girl I get you, I be bringing sauce to the bottle Pull up in the new-new, I be all the air Bakarat, it's a fragrance, I come through and they stare Blessing up the speakers, gon' put you in the rear Shawty she a winner, she gon' get it herself And that's real (and that's real), and that's real (and that's real) Give a fuck (give a fuck), how you feel You the type to think that I'ma always be here Never met nobody that can love me for real (G-G-Give it to me)