Don Trip - Imma Mess lyrics

[Verse 1: Don Trip] Hi gorgeous can I leave my eyes with'cha How bout we blow this bit And we can split like swishas Say you don't do what Baby I beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole Even if you not a stripper Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures Surrounded by some girls oh yeah and lots of liqour I'm on point baby, ready to stick you She wax hers off p**y cat with no whiskers Bout to k** the p**y One more victim I only got one rule, no kissing This is delight no surprise, tonight's not any different Ay I ball 76ers But I'm not out looking for me no misses In fact I'm looking for somebody elses Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine Listen close just in case she don't know my intentions [Chorus] Baby I'm a mess, mess Oh I'm nothing like your home girl expect, expect Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best But I can't keep you baby girl I'm a confess But I can only love you when you undressed See I can only love you when you undressed I can only love you when you're undressed See I can't keep you baby girl I'm a confess That I can only love you when you undressed [Verse 2: Starlito] I fell asleep texting Woke up flexing I keep my money neat But these hoes so messy She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message Say She told her I wouldn't sh** And that I spent the night with her Preaching to the choir though She should have invited her I said I don't give a f** I think it excited her 'Cause after that she tried to f** me She wanted to fight at first Now we making up like a bullsh** lie Like you don't be f**ing rappers right? Really probably waitin' on VH1 to do a lil show called rappers wives That is why I just feed em, f** em, till I'm satisfied Then leave em, duck 'em She say I'm her baby, I'm her pacifier Lito have her bussin' back to back to back, rapid fire Don't act surprised, my ex prolly listening Why you call me back? Don't lie Sweating out your hair and your bedsets Damn is your mattress dry Handle it, Probably stand up in it Ask your homegirl how I ran up in it [Chorus] [Verse 3: Wale] Hold up I got no love, for no roller, and no poser Bring the role up, when I role up, when I'm OT, I might pour up Poe up till I'm nauseous and getting flawless ma**ages And meetin' Mr. Folarin could get you cardiac problems You ain't breathing, geeking off two Martinis You gambling up at Caesars, you gambling with me cheating But I'm worth it though work this sh** so perfect though It's perfect when they lay for you, but they stay true and vertical Stand up misses I love your ambition And I am a good man, I'm just a bad n***a When you know you in love you be pa**ive aggressive And when you know you a catch it's hard to pa** up these b**hes So I'm warning, don't you love me for too long Don't try change me I'm too far, I'm too gone My heart too dark, I'm so gone, delete my phone Don't hit my Twitter, leave me alone Email too, Facebook AIM, everything gone You keep my songs b**h! [Chorus]