Fuck Around - Tink

La-la-la-la-la

Ohh

(Oh I like how that Trakksounds)

Boy, you got me in my feelings

You a street nigga, but I never cared about an image

They say you bad, but don’t nobody know the real

And can’t nobody understand how I feel

I got a nigga that come from the streets

That’s my lil' baby, you know he a beast

I know he gon' do whatever for me

Just like some money he keep it a G

I wanna give you the title (Oh, yeah)

I study your body like it was a final

I like the way that you lean in your chair

Boy, you look good in whatever you wear

I like them tattoos on your face

When I act up you put me in my place

Boy, when you pull me and grab on my neck

That’s that lil' shit that be havin' me wet

Want you to show me who wearin' the pants

Boy, you’re a man, man, man

I’m off a fit, I’ll be talkin' my shit

Now you cussin' at me like you angry

You real as it get, and I show you respect

'Cause I know it ain’t easy to date me

I know I’m a lot of time (Time)

But you keep me on my grind (Grind)

See how you work when you on the clock

Yeah, you got it on lock, yeah, you got it on lock

I’ll be there for you when you had a long day

Type of love, make me wanna go and tat your name

Promise I won’t fuck around, promise I won’t fuck around

Promise I won’t fuck around, promise I won’t fuck around

I like the way you keepin' me safe

He keep the .30 up under his waist

I like them niggas they be in the field

Just wanna love me and pay all the bills

Ain’t tryna do nothing else (Ain't tryna do nothing else)

He get the money and flip it for real (Oh yeah)

I let you hit it anytime of the day

Promise that I never give it away (Away)

Boy, you my peace when I’m wildin'

Hit this blunt and high as a pilot

You’re the light to my fire ('Cause you keep it so real)

And I truly admire (How you make me feel)

I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it

You know I don’t do this shit for the camera

I never listen to no one

None of these bitches is gon' understand ya

You’re everything that I want

You been a hundred from the start

Hit the gas, boy you movin' fast

But you know you’re good in my arms (Oh, yeah)

I’ll be there for you when you had a long day

Type of love make me wanna go and tat your name

Promise I won’t fuck around, promise I won’t fuck around

Promise I won’t fuck around, promise I won’t fuck around