The Trip (Downtown) Lyrics
Okay, my game tight. My game right.
Don't even know her name until I know her taste right.
I said my game tight and my game tight.
Don't even know her name until I know her taste, right?
Uh, passion that she's asking for. Her man's always slacking, no?
That's why when he outta town, I make sure she is not alone.
That's when she gone hit my phone, tell me what's been going on.
Tell me what's been on her mind and I'm inclined to know some mo'.
Tired at her normal seat, 9 to 5 is all it be.
Cubical is small as shit and co-workers is talkative.
Burn the phone, don't call the crib. Boyfriend on that jealous shit.
He fathers her only kid, that's why my homies let him live.
But Friday night, she gone make him babysit.
We gone blow that haze a bit and get away from all of it.
See it's not right but it's okay, you see our love's just not the same.
'Cause any woman lacking love's entitled to a get-away.
Versatility is everything. Shoutout to all the uh, intuitions, secrets, ya know?
Uh, good love... and I can do that for her.
I can do it to a nigga, make a pull on her.
It's temporary lust, you need an in-showing.
Now for this time being, let's be in love with the moment.
Okay you dancin', drinkin' on your last one.
I'm just tryna poke her face, that's why I got my hand in.
Grown man shit, tonight, no romance shit.
And you should make this bedroom like a Monday night at Magic.
Like a Gigi McGuire, now let me up inside.
I give you that massage; good hygiene is required. I don't want no dirty junk.
I just want a girly-girl that own a rack of Jordans but don't sport 'em 'cause she love her pumps.
Give my love to no one else. kiss that cookie 'til it melt.
I am going underwater... Michael Phelps!
Do it 'til I'm tired or your homegirl can provide the help or you can be Ms. Independent-
Make that movie by yourself!
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