Stop Tryna Read My Mind Songtext
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind
Come with me baby, we poppin' Rick tags
He fuck with me, later he gettin' shit-bagged
Had to send her a message, like yeah, I miss that
She wanna link up, I never hit back, oh, no
I pop a Perky and now I move slow
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind
Come with me baby, we poppin' Rick tags
He fuck with me, later he gettin' shit-bagged
Had to send her a message, like yeah, I miss that
She wanna link up, I never hit back, oh, no
I pop a Perky and now I move slow
She want a vibe, she want a slow stroke
I'm tryna ride, she come and give me that neck, bitch, I'm runnin' to a check, bitch
Right wrist glist' hard, and my neck got yo' main ho still goin'
I don't feel anything, I don't get scarred
I don't need anything but I need y'all, I admit that
Hit the bitch from the side, can't forget that
Ten-K on the ring, come and kiss that
How she suck that dick, she a demon
I just found myself at Neiman's
Only fuck that ho on the weekend
And this lil' ho callin' me, tweaking
We ride that big body to the show
They said they tryna find me, I'm not hiding anymore
He talkin', we red-dot him, I'm hoping he outta line
My wrist, it cost a quarter, and yo' bitch, we droppin' dimes on her
Pull up, baby, grind on you
Bitch, I ain't got the time for you
Ah
Ah
Stop tryna read my mind (Stop tryna read my mind)
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind (My mind, stop tryna read my mind)
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind
Ayy, stop tryna read my mind
I'm tryna ride, she come and give me that neck, bitch, I'm runnin' to a check, bitch
Right wrist glist' hard, and my neck got yo' main ho still goin'
I don't feel anything, I don't get scarred
I don't need anything but I need y'all, I admit that
Hit the bitch from the side, can't forget that
Ten-K on the ring, come and kiss that
How she suck that dick, she a demon
I just found myself at Neiman's
Only fuck that ho on the weekend
And this lil' ho callin' me, tweaking
We ride that big body to the show
They said they tryna find me, I'm not hiding anymore
He talkin', we red-dot him, I'm hoping he outta line
My wrist, it cost a quarter, and yo' bitch, we droppin' dimes on her
Pull up, baby, grind on you
Bitch, I ain't got the time for you
Ah
Ah
Stop tryna read my mind (Stop tryna read my mind)
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind (My mind, stop tryna read my mind)
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind
Stop tryna read my mind
Ayy, stop tryna read my mind
