Come On, Let's Go

Album: I Know Nigo (2022)
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  • Yeah
    Brrr (ooh), brrr (ooh ah)
    (Ooh, yeah), I'm downstairs
    Tsk (ooh), fuck you mean? (Ooh ah)
    Girl (ooh)

    I told your ass be ready, ahh
    You always got excuses and you know I be on top of things
    Punctual my proper name, on the dot is not your aim
    Although we in love, we are not the same (uh)
    I hit you on that celly, ahh
    You said you needed five, that was more than twelve ago
    Claim you got your hands tied, tied, I'm stuck like Velcro
    Georgia peach on east side like it's ATL, ho (yeah)
    You lackin' (ayy), you trippin', you slackin' (ayy)
    Impatiently waitin' (yeah, ayy)
    Confused, like, "what happened?"
    How you get a attitude 'cause I'm gettin' mad?
    'Cause you wanna take twenty minutes and a half
    And on top of that, I gotta get gas
    Ah, the freeway, picked up traffic
    What the fuck is you doin'? We gotta dip, dip, dip, dip, dip
    Cartier, er, er, er, watch go tick, tick, tick, tick
    Waitin' for that last minute for your goddamn hair
    Now stop playin' games, go on bring your ass downstairs

    Come on, girl, let's go (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Come on, girl, let's go (yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming)
    Girl, you know the time you wastin', that time you wastin'
    That time that you wastin's on my dime
    Come on, girl, let's go (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Come on, girl, let's go (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Girl you know the time that you wastin', that time you wastin'
    That time that you wastin's on my dime

    Took me twenty to get ready, ahh
    Shower, moisturizin', the fit I had on yesterday
    Uniform necessities, multiples are er'thing
    Now your neighbor wanna come and speak to me, like
    "Hey! How you doin'?" "I'm good" "I ain't too bad"
    "Ah ha, ha ha ha," hit her with a few fake laughs
    She talkin' my ear off, in sympathy, I laugh
    I care about one thing, where the fuck you at? (ayy)
    Anyway, gotta pay a little more, she late to the jet (ayy)
    Gotta jet 'cause your boy leave at 8 (ayy)
    And we supper up on the upper like in the orchestra
    Go play that shit I score (woo), for LV Abloh projects (yeah)
    You ain't scared to change 'cause this ain't comin' out your pockets
    My Freudian slip, I'm rude, lil' bit, don't be actin' so appalled
    All y'all girls love this shit
    Put so much into tonight and you just don't care
    Now stop playin' games, go on bring your ass downstairs

    Come on, girl, let's go, come on, girl, let's go (go, go)
    Come on, girl, let's go, come on girl, let's go (I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
    Girl you know the time that you wastin', that time you wastin'
    That time that you wastin's on my dime

    Tsk, you're always rushing me, relax
    Chill, chill, alright?
    T-tonight just don't care, playin' games, girl, bring your ass downstairs
    Why you trippin'? (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I'm comin' (yeah, yeah)
    I'm finishin' my makeup, can you just relax, like
    This takes a long time, like it's not that serious (where the fuck you at?)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I think, I, I think I left something in the house Writer/s: Pharrell Williams, Tyler Okonma
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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