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deante' hitchcock - complicated lyrics

[chorus: jai’ye, sharod virtuoso & chanda latrice] x2
smoke that, jack, henn
two shots, oh i’m faded
work your body so amazing
ain’t no need to complicate it
course i feel like we could be something
girl i’m saying, why you wanna complicate it?
i don’t wanna complicate it

[verse 1: deante hitchc-ck]
look, look, look
now i done did a lot of dirt in my past days
but she know me, yeah she know me so she still love me
she send me b-tt-naked pictures and it’s still lovely
but for future reference dress it up and make it real for me
she like you must be in your feelings or something
the way you spit it, you should make a no ceilings or something
she know the chance to find it better is a million in one
ain’t even f-cked her and she know that i’m as real as they come, get it?
give it a minute, this may take awhile
shawty say she tired of the jerks like a jamaican child
no chris brown, but i promise that i could take you down
up there in the attic and frankly don’t need to make a sound
wait, you gone scream later
aye girl the d major
that’s why i got you hitting notes like fantasia
the stick shift, s-x drive on speed racer
but ima let you finish first, i’m a team player

[verse 2: deante hitchc-ck]
aye look i used to be a nice guy but girl now the pimping so real
say the pimping so real
cause even before we met, god put me on a mission so real
aye yeah a mission so real
when it come to me and your ex n-gg-, girl the difference so real
like magic, your boy got a gryffindor feel
tell jhené aiko that i’m with it for real
eat the booty like a three-course meal
wait a minute, look
aye nah i’m playing but f-ck it, it made you laugh right?
she ain’t even know i’m finna blow like bagpipes
sweatpants, hair tied, ‘best i ever had’ type
drop-dead gorgeous, prolly met you in my past life (woah)
one in a million, you a rare type
now bend it over let me beat it like a snare type
i long stroke when i’m in it, that p-ssy air tight
and if the head right, i be there every night
glory to god, you a blessing for real
throw it, i catch it, quit running, be still
b-tt-booty naked, she dressing to k!ll
we make a movie then netflix and chill
you searching all of your questions like i got the answers
unsure what your destiny is
smoke that, sip this, pour something
pretty soon we be back on our same old sh-t like

- deante hitchcock lyrics

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