Azel North - Tilted lyrics

[Chorus: Justin] Oh, pretty girl She can't ever have enough of love and d**, they all say Oh, silly girl One day you gon' fall for real, you faded still Tilted off that Not one but you tilted off two Round two on me, but round three's on you Got me saying Oh, silly girl One day you gon' fall for real, you faded still Tilted off that [Bridge: Justin] x2 We got d**, we got money We got b**hes, we got honeys up in here We got d**, we got money But she want that "high" with someone Swear I could be that somebody [Verse 1: Neal] Oh baby we tilted, light it let's get lifted Don't you fight it just accept that if I send you a text you'll be ready in a minute Slip you out that maxi dress and put you into something a little more convenient Just a little more fit for the situation ahead In my head I'm thinking you could give me some head In between you my queen I got you wrappin' your legs You'da think you had some wings the way I'm makin' you spread for me Baby take a shot for me, and pour another gla** for me Roll another blunt for me was that blunt of me? But round one, round two, round three's on me, coo' [Refrain: Neal] So is you with it? Can you hang? Is you drink off love or what you drank? Baby is you with it? Can you hang? Is you drunk off love or what you drank? [Chorus: Justin] Oh, pretty girl She can't ever have enough of love and d**, they all say Oh, silly girl One day you gon' fall for real, you faded still Tilted off that Not one but you tilted off two Round two on me, but round three's on you Got me saying Oh, silly girl One day you gon' fall for real, you faded still Tilted off that [Verse 2: Justin] She's like an inked up, 1950's pin-up Calling me over to smoke some up 'cause she just picked up Hand me a light, hand me a night, hand me the liquor So blessed but this little devil in my bed got me turning into a sinner Oh Lord, tonight we'll f** until I make her say "Bravo" My whisky chased with a whole lot of trouble Right when I solved her, she a whole 'nother puzzle Pretty face, like she models, French inhaling 'till we Eiffel tower high As the weed burns, knocks at her apartment, 'cause we knocking over the fixtures Locking lips, scratch marks from her painted nails 'cause she hipster Wake up with Mona Lisa in the morning 'cause these sheets paint a picture (Vibe out)