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 作曲 : Bryson Tiller/McKinley J. Horton/Ronnie E. Broomfield/Shyniece Thomas/Khris Riddick-Tynes/Julian Mason/Kameron Glasper
[Intro: Bryson Tiller & Lola Brooke]
Tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
Yeah, uh
Tiller, woah
And Young Lola, controlla
Come closer, mad pretty
Make me lose composure
[?], won't you come over
Last lap in the city, know I'm not sober, true
You know I see you come over
(You know I see you over there, there, there?)
Uh-uh, uh-uh

[Verse 1: Lola Brooke & Bryson Tiller]
I'm a badass Brooklyn brown skin b***h (Brown skin b***h)
And I love a hood nigga with some toxic d**k (Ayy, you get me)
Nothing but some socks, he from Bronx in it (Woah)
Have me walking all crooked in my Crocs and shit (Brrr)
B***h, I go Taraji for my baby boo (For my baby boo)
Ride it like a Kawasaki, that's his favorite tour (Favorite tour)
I'ma swipe his EBT like a Amex (Uh)
Give it to him raw (Uh), no drawers (Uh), no latex (Uh)
Yeah, I got him butt naked for me waitin' at home (Waitin' at home)
B***h, your p***y ain't hittin' if he takin' too long (If he takin' too long)
Told him, "Put my name on it" (Yeah), yeah, I'm makin' him moan
He smellin' Lola Brooke, that's his favorite cologne

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Ha, huh
I'm yours for the summer, I wanna
Drinking 'til we drunk, I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby, you say he crazy so I gotta take a risk on you
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (Yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

[Verse 2: Lola Brooke & Bryson Tiller]
Tryna make a choice between his leg or his face
Shit gettin' more intense, I need action daily
What I expect today? It's good neck, hood sex
Stop callin' his phone, b***h, he catchin' up a rest (Uh)
****in' with me is a W, **** him at the W
When you comin' quick, [?] trouble you
I want a rough neck nigga that's nasty
My sex drive wild and his ass is [?]
Put it in my, nah, nigga stabbin' it
A shooter that assassinate, tongue doin' magic tricks (Oh)
Foot on neck (Yeah), he ain't doin' funnel (Funnel)
Got him bussin' n**s 'fore we leave the [?] tunnel (Yeah, ooh-ooh)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Ha, huh
I'm yours for the summer (Hey), I wanna
Drinking 'til we drunk, I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby, you say he crazy so I gotta take a risk on you (Hey)
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (Yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

[Outro: Bryson Tiller]
Yeah, Tiller
Oh-ooh-woah, baby, yeah
Young Lola, controlla
Come closer, mad pretty
Make me lose composure
[?], won't you come over
Last lap in the city, know I'm not sober, true
You know I see you come over
(You know I see you over there, there, there?)