Logic - Aye Girl lyrics

Ayy, girl, it's obvious you fine
I just wanna know what's
Deep inside your mind, maybe we could
Play girl, I hope you ain't got no man
If you do I understand
But I'm tryna make plans
That body one of a kind
I'd be lyin' if I said I
Wasn't tryna make you mine
Ayy, girl, I could give you my number
You could give me whatever
We'll have a hell of a time

What up, baby girl? Won't you come here
I put it on my life I seen you
Somewhere, where you stay at?
I'll come there, ha
Ain't no stalking shit
I just wanna talk and shit
Maybe grab a bite then after walk a bit
I just wanna converse
Come on, baby, ain't no need to disperse
Shorty got that type of beauty
That inspired this verse, so wassup?
I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't wanna cut
But it's deeper then that
Getting knee deep in the cat
I'm looking for that ride or
Die type of women, it's what ever
I could be your King, you could be my Coretta
Ain't no better, get you wetter, fuck 'em all
Think outside the box, baby girl
You know I ball yes, you know I want it all
So make that shit a double
This is Young Sinatra and I'm
Rising from the rubble
People never say what's on
Their mind, I'm like, "Fuck a muzzle"
'Cause I got the feeling you're the
Missing piece to my puzzle

Ayy, girl, it's obvious you fine
I just wanna know what's
Deep inside your mind, maybe we could
Play girl, I hope you ain't got no man
If you do I understand
But I'm tryna make plans
That body one of a kind
I'd be lyin' if I said I
Wasn't tryna make you mine
Ayy, girl, I could give you my number
You could give me whatever
We'll have a hell of a time

Whatever she wants I let her pick it
Like a fence from the suburb
Everything coach but her plane ticket
Ya heard?
We real all the time, that's my word
Catch me in the cut tryna
Book her like a nerd
She a red bone bobby-soxer, I had to stop her
Ha, shorty a dime
So you know I'm tryna cop her
Pop a bottle at our table periodically
Now check the science of that last line
Do it logically, no stoppin' me, i
Bet she woulda never guessed
I never graduated 'Cause the way I put my
Words together she infatuated
Mama, I don't want no drama and I'm serious
Pause like a comma 'fore I
End it like a period, now
Girl, don't treat me like your ex man
I'm a beast on the track
But if I am your next man
I'ma treat you tender
Take it slow like one video render
I remember when I seen you for the first time
It was special like when I
Wrote my first rhyme
So if all I do is grind and never sleep
Then how in the hell is me and the
Girl of my dreams supposed to meet?

Ayy, girl, it's obvious you fine
I just wanna know what's
Deep inside your mind, maybe we could
Play girl, I hope you ain't got no man
If you do I understand
But I'm tryna make plans
That body one of a kind
I'd be lyin' if I said I
Wasn't tryna make you mine
Ayy, girl, I could give you my number
You could give me whatever
We'll have a hell of a time

I happen to think there's
An explanation beyond reason, beyond
(Logic)
That brought you right to this very spot