India Pt. 3

(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before f******u from the back, feel like I hit it before And I asked you for some anus, like you ain't did it before Before me, I don't care who was before me You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely My baby, challenges, you know 'em, baby I gravitated your love for the makin' Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage Make sure you make a hundred Ms off cosmetics When I decide to get you a ring, I'm gettin' all carats And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous And when I do tell you I love you, it don't be small letters And you gon' cuss a nigga out, tryna fuck for some Margielas I hate when you try to ignore me, they tried to say that you ain't for me I had to figure it out on my own, I had to take you on this journey Got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm Stop movin' girl, I'm bout to cum I changed your life from the ghetto You got me screamin' falsetto Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal Love when your landin', see you at arrival "No Label", song wasn't for you, I need a title Done fuckin' these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal She don't care to be around my boys You concealed and carried my heart like a FOID I don't want no different hoes like Floyd Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd I'm holdin' you down, you so used to clowns Pop up unannounced, told me he a mouse Told me don't give him pounds, told me he ain't allowed Told me he ain't my crowd, it was true, so I'm proud Make me proud Make me proud Make me proud Make me proud, baby