REASON, Isaiah Rashad - Pulse lyrics
[REASON, Isaiah Rashad - Pulse lyrics]
You know I'm balling baby
It’s gon be alright
I'll beep-beep, I ain't gon call you baby
Look for me outside, I ain’t ducking shit
Bitch, check my pulse, check my heart
Bitch, I love this shit
Bitch, yes i know I'm a dog
But you love this shit
Bitch want me go build a shrine
Want some coke? go suck a dick
I must be the chosen one
Fucking all these hoes for fun
Breaking off a local slut
Bitch you know I got a type
Bitch you know it's pimp or die
Bitch you know it's them or mine
Bunch of paper, fuck that simulation
Bitch don't live a lie
All up in that bitch like Trick & Trina
Hoe lets slip and slide
Bitch a cop can't cuff the guy
Bitch come get some good Rashad
Bitch you know we bent the block
Bitch I'm from the crooked south
You know I'm balling baby
It’s gon be alright
I’ll beep-beep, I ain't gon call you baby
Look for me outside, I ain’t ducking shit
Bitch, check my pulse, check my heart
Bitch, I love this shit
Bitch, yes i know I'm a dog
But you love this shit
You know I'm balling baby
It's gon be alright
I’ll beep-beep, I ain't gon call you baby
Look for me outside, I ain't ducking shit
Bitch, check my pulse, check my heart
Bitch, I love this shit
Bitch, yes i know I'm a dog
But you love this shit
Bitch don't check my heart, check my dick
That shit cutting through
Broken Clocks like SZA
That's the song i'm tryna fuck you to
Sometimes I do toxic shit
Make up sex so fucking cool
Bitch you know you love it too
Bitch you- bitch you- bitch you-
I got money on mind, so get money on time
We could fuck in my booth
Lay you down like rhymes
Why you wanna know God? Save it in pro-tools
My hoes got class and etiquette
Creep on the late night like Letterman
No kiss and tell, you can keep ahead
Underground like Tubman, Harriet
Have you ever made love on the top floor
With a top dawg, giving top then I bone you
I can tell you ain't ever really did much
Baby, gimmie little chance I can show you
Bend a bitch like pottery, mold you
Kama Sutra positions, fold you
Give a kiss on the neck, temptation
And she doing everything thing
That she want do, wait
Balling baby, It's gon be alright
I'll beep-beep, I ain't gon call you baby
Look for me outside, I ain't ducking shit
Bitch, check my pulse, check my heart
Bitch, I love this shit
Bitch, yes i know I'm a dog
But you love this shit
You know I'm balling baby
It's gon be alright
I'll beep-beep, I ain't gon call you baby
Look for me outside, I ain't ducking shit
Bitch, check my pulse, check my heart
Bitch, I love this shit
Bitch, yes i know I'm a dog
But you love this shit
It’s gon be alright
I'll beep-beep, I ain't gon call you baby
Look for me outside, I ain’t ducking shit
Bitch, check my pulse, check my heart
Bitch, I love this shit
Bitch, yes i know I'm a dog
But you love this shit
Bitch want me go build a shrine
Want some coke? go suck a dick
I must be the chosen one
Fucking all these hoes for fun
Breaking off a local slut
Bitch you know I got a type
Bitch you know it's pimp or die
Bitch you know it's them or mine
Bunch of paper, fuck that simulation
Bitch don't live a lie
All up in that bitch like Trick & Trina
Hoe lets slip and slide
Bitch a cop can't cuff the guy
Bitch come get some good Rashad
Bitch you know we bent the block
Bitch I'm from the crooked south
You know I'm balling baby
It’s gon be alright
I’ll beep-beep, I ain't gon call you baby
Look for me outside, I ain’t ducking shit
Bitch, check my pulse, check my heart
Bitch, I love this shit
Bitch, yes i know I'm a dog
But you love this shit
You know I'm balling baby
It's gon be alright
I’ll beep-beep, I ain't gon call you baby
Look for me outside, I ain't ducking shit
Bitch, check my pulse, check my heart
Bitch, I love this shit
Bitch, yes i know I'm a dog
But you love this shit
Bitch don't check my heart, check my dick
That shit cutting through
Broken Clocks like SZA
That's the song i'm tryna fuck you to
Sometimes I do toxic shit
Make up sex so fucking cool
Bitch you know you love it too
Bitch you- bitch you- bitch you-
I got money on mind, so get money on time
We could fuck in my booth
Lay you down like rhymes
Why you wanna know God? Save it in pro-tools
My hoes got class and etiquette
Creep on the late night like Letterman
No kiss and tell, you can keep ahead
Underground like Tubman, Harriet
Have you ever made love on the top floor
With a top dawg, giving top then I bone you
I can tell you ain't ever really did much
Baby, gimmie little chance I can show you
Bend a bitch like pottery, mold you
Kama Sutra positions, fold you
Give a kiss on the neck, temptation
And she doing everything thing
That she want do, wait
Balling baby, It's gon be alright
I'll beep-beep, I ain't gon call you baby
Look for me outside, I ain't ducking shit
Bitch, check my pulse, check my heart
Bitch, I love this shit
Bitch, yes i know I'm a dog
But you love this shit
You know I'm balling baby
It's gon be alright
I'll beep-beep, I ain't gon call you baby
Look for me outside, I ain't ducking shit
Bitch, check my pulse, check my heart
Bitch, I love this shit
Bitch, yes i know I'm a dog
But you love this shit