Tinashe Checks In (Explicit) - Mustard
Written by：Ely Weisfel
God damn b**ch it's hot as f**k
Roll down the windows turn on the ac
Or turn on some music or something b**ch you got me f**ked up
Let me see what's on the radio
No no no no no hell naw b**ch I'm tired of this sh*t
B**ch hell naw
B**ch I'm tired of this ni**a
923 pusha inc radio
It's a beautiful day in the city right now
I know everyone's out doing their thing it's summertime
But I need all my sexy independent single ladies
If you don't need a ni**a for sh*t
Call me up right now like right f**kin' now
Would it be a mistake if I put it down on you
I'm not into games I've been feeling lonely so are you
We should do the damn thing let me hit the shower
Are you comin' through give me about an hour
And I'll be ready pop the pill got super powers
F**k you talkin''bout
We don't even speak we just do the nasty
Thought we would make a family
Used to love to see my ni**a happy
Even though you brought baggage
Did everything you asked me but you was gettin' ratchet
Now we got damage you let these other b**ches have it
You let these other b**ches have it
You let these other b**ches have it
You let these other b**ches have it
You let these other b**ches have it
B**ch get his phone c'mon
He's asleep let's go
No b**ch I'm scared no I can't do that
Come we'll get his phone c'mon
Alright f**k it c'mon
You know his code b**ch
No but I'm about to crack it
It probably that b**ch birthday
It better not be 526
Check that ni**a mama birthday
Oh 123
Damn that ain't work neither
Sh*t well is it my sh*t
Wait don't try too many time b**ch
You gon' get locked out we gon' get busted
Damn b**ch I'm already locked out
F**k f**k
