Mixed Messages [prod. C¥CLØ]

(Verse 1) These niggas be a mother fucking trip/empanadas with that uncut dick/tell em Killa plead the 5th/cause a nigga will switch/once I lay my goodie goodies on this mother fuckers lips/I/keep him talking like lisps/I’m straight licking on his hip/tell em scoop me in his whip while I'm posted on the strip/slow mo on the stroll while I stack my chips/oh shit/just respect that I'm doing my thang/and we fuck/I ain't in for no ring/its just a one night fling watch daddy beat it up till the/sun/light/came/we fucked around till it went back down again/trill love like God pulled me from ya abdomen/and I never felt a feeling so intimate/as you looked in my eyes call in sentiment/and then he gave me what I came for/fingertips all up in my dimples/the way I'm feeling I'll do anything you say so/but what the fuck was your name though/these 808s and these boom baps/just keep my kitty purring like purr kat kat… Damn… Stop playing with it (7x) Stop playing with me I dont remember feeling like this