Hank Iving - On My Mind lyrics

[J.Y. Intro] Bruh, I don't care what no n***a say If he ain't thinkin' about no p**y bout least 3 or 4 times out the day Man he like the other side I don't care how much money you getting n***a, I don't give a f** At all, J [J.Y. First Verse] Yeah, I been working all, day so I'm off that sh** bro Seat recline in the whip so I sit low, with patron no chase so I sip slow Pac man yeah I get ghost, red bone on my dick and she sit close Shades on bossed up like I'm Rick Ross, E pill got me jumping like I'm Kriss Kross/ Lift off, Yeah I'm on one, nice legs yeah I'm looking for the long ones Want love? baby girl got the wrong one, marathon dick go for the long run, want some? Hm, I supply that,(Lean) sleep over? nah b**h don't try that (Lean) When that drink all done and that nut go (Lean), call your friend cause you gone need a ride back, home/ That's crazy right? Skin yellow but these hoes don't take me light My spit game sicker than a rabie bite, I bust kids with her tongue as my baby wipes She wanna stay the night, go home cause you got a man And plus me cuffing you is just not the plan, so go back to your hubby before you pay the price/ And I'm Gone, I'm right back in my zone Why these hoes want all the credit, every time they get me alone, Gone I'm on, I'm right back in my zone Why these hoes want all the credit, every time they get me alone, Gone/ [Hook] b**hes on my mind, b**hes on my mind, b**hes on my mind, b**hes b**hes On My Mind (Cause I got) b**hes on my mind, b**hes on my mind, b**hes on my mind, b**hes b**hes On My Mind (Cause I got) b**hes on my mind, b**hes on my mind, b**hes on my mind, b**hes b**hes On My Mind (Cause I got) b**hes on my mind, b**hes on my mind, b**hes on my mind, b**hes b**hes On My Mind (Cause I got) [J.Y. second verse] Pop That Ass Make that p**y do a semi flip She want somethin' to eat, but that b**h ain't worth a Denny's trip I henny sip, my black and my blue Penny's with My fitted and my black tee, talkin' p**y out of any b**h/ I'm turnt up, two L's now I burnt up Look playboy better tuck your girl, I still see n***as ain't learn much Game so sick I'm germed up, but my dick clean as hell But these hoes always saying that I'm mean as hell, and I think I'm all that, no kenan kel/ But, you right ho, I'm f**ed up, but no typo She wanna ride me all night though, had to put my dick on Geico I'm psycho, I'm psycho, I'm ridin' round here with my eyes closed Condoms on my beef wrapped, that's just how this gyro/ So what's ya name? you gonna f** or not, b**h f** the game If I f** the twat, you gone bust a lot, cause these lame a** n***as all f** the same You don't trust a lot, don't love a lot, and don't rush a lot, b**h what a shame sh** I must of popped, cause I f** a lot, though I love these hoes they just the same, Ah! [Hook]