Brent Faiyaz - Be Your Nigga lyrics

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Brent Faiyaz - Be Your Nigga lyrics

I wanna know more about you (*uh, it is what it is*) Let me hit your line, treat you right (unh-uh) And i don't wanna sweat you Let me be your ni**a, baby {verse 1: *tre'amani*} Uh, look, ever since i could remember, b*tches trippin' Ridin' round town askin' round at who i'm bickin' I need something different, a lady with a mission (*oh-oh-ohh*) Ready for that paper, never steady b*tchin' Hold me when i cry, always there to listen Respect my decisions, said it's fine, i'm living fu*k me in my room then we movin' to the kitchen (*oh-oh-oh, yeah yeah yeah*) Just to heat it up, i beat it up and leave you drippin' Mop it up and sop it up, (?) You been poppin' pills so you know a ni**a feel it You sick of main drugs, you wanna be my whitney Houston got a problem every time we in the city Sippin' on that lena, ridin' in that beamer On some (?) sh*t, brad, be my angelina Now tell me, have you seen her? tell her come and get me We can't have the world, we can split it fifty-fifty Now tell me is you wit' me {chorus: *brent faiyaz*} I wanna know (*wanna know, about you*) more about you Let me hit your line, treat you right And i don't wanna sweat you (*i don't wanna sweat you*) Let me be your ni**a, baby (*oh-oh-ohh*) {verse 2: *tre'amani} And the second time's just for the love Middle finger to the ni**as just tryin' to fu*k Y'all lame to us, stop hatin' us We just chasin' paper, man, this (?) changin' us, uh, trust And we these elephants for elegance And i don't understand why these lame ni**as relevant, yeah And we just tellin' it, uh, how it is, bae We gettin' money round here, that's how you live, bae No stress, care less what your friends say (*aww, nah, nah*) We so (?) fu*kin' mad for the kid's play They just mad 'cause they not you, i got you Make a little something you can shop to and rock to, uh fu*k friends, all they ever do is jock you Try to tell you once, but i couldn't stop you, i got to Get back to the (?) and the figures, so let me be your ni**a, your ni**a {chorus: *brent faiyaz*} I wanna know more about you Let me hit your line, treat you right And i don't wanna sweat you Let me be your ni**a, baby (*be yours, oh, lil' baby...*) {outro:} *fashions and cars, and um, i um, spend a lot of money on the um, fairer sex Cars and women? I guess Fast cars, fast women? Well, some are slow Cars or the women? Both (*laughter*) I wanna know more about you Let me hit your line, treat you right And i don't wanna sweat you Let me be your ni**a, baby