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
Fuck you from the back, feel like I hit it before
And I asked you for some anus, like you aint did it before
Before me, I dont care who was before me
You lonely, now you aint gotta be lonely
My baby, challenges, you know em, baby
I gravitated towards your love for the making
Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage
Make sure you make a hundred Ms off cosmetics
When I decide to get you a ring Im getting all carats
And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous
And when I do tell you I love you it dont 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 aint for me
I had to figure it out on my own
I had to take you on this journey
You got my heart screamin, uh-uh-mm, mm-mm
Stop movin girl, Im 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 youre landing, see you at arrival
No label song wasnt for you, I need a title
Done fuckin these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal
She dont care to be around my boys
You concealed to carry my heart like a FOID
I dont want no different hoes like Floyd
Give you my last name, thats Banks, like Lloyd
Im holding you down
Youre so used to clowns
Pop up unannounced
Told me he a mouse
Told me dont give him pounds
Told me he aint allowed
Told me he aint my crowd
It was true so Im proud
Make me proud, make me proud
Make me proud, make me proud, baby