Kid Cudi, André 3000 - The Guide lyrics

Ain't the type to let you
Tell her what she needs
Ain't gon' sit or stand around
A lethal love, I leave 'em sick
Mamacita on me
No, one touch is never allowed
She said, "What do you want
What do you want, what do you want?
What do you want, what do you want
What you want, what do you want
What do you want?
What do you want, what do you want, what
Do you want, what do you want
What do you want?
What do you want, what do you?"

Ooh, ooh where you going?
Where you going? (yeah)
Where you going? (Are you sure? Alright)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I need a winnin' woman, a Wonder Woman
A Gal Gadot, sophisticated and hot (Uh)
She knowing what she doing
Like the music here
When she step on the scene she
Could light up the block (Uh)
Sittin' all, took her, make her awesome
Civil hearts hid them whole love
Back in a custom
Ain't too many women, I know
Who could look at your soul
Just from lookin' at you
I heard she got these niggas
Fallin' at her feet
She kneels to no one with her golden crown
You'd be the one to b-bow
You'd be the one to b-bow
Have mercy on me, put some magic on me
Be my guide in the dark (Uh)
Have mercy on me, put some magic on me
Be my guide in the dark, guide in the dark

Ooh, ooh where you going?
Where you going? yeah where you going?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

So when did we become
So sophisticated and smart
And tryin' so hard that we
Forgot that we were animals? But never her
I never heard a creature make such sounds
It never would occur to people her up downs
Convertible, would murder evil
Pup-pup hounds, just been doggin' her
Courtesy and real love found
Just been dodgin' her
Mr man, misogyny hands been massagin' her
If she ran and blew up her town, shit
I would pardon her
Put a part in her scalp, scratch her dandruff
Put her heart in your hand
She throw a tantrum
Better let her get that shit off
Bug repellent hell, they've been telling her
"Nah" since forever
Harold Melvin and some Blue
Notes all she know murder, murder, murder
M-murder all she wrote
Perverted, she prefer to be hurted
Claw her throat all the dirty verdicts she
Learned watchin' soaps, yeah

Ooh, ooh where you going?
Where you going? (yeah) where you going?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Semi-automatic with the passion when
We makin' love never made it to the bed
Sexin' on the living room floor
Now she on the warpath
Homie probably best that you
Don't piss her off
Got this woman on the prowl, on the hunt
She gon' eat 'em all
And she know what she lookin' for
Know what she lookin' for
She said she got herself some Louboutins
Got herself some Louboutins
Not indecisive, indecisive at all
She know what she lookin' for
Got her some Louboutins

Ooh, ooh where you going?
Where you going? (yeah) where you going?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh