Grips on your waist Front way, back way You know that I don't play Streets not safe But I never run away Even when I'm away Oti, oti, there's never much love when we go OT I pray to make it back in one piece I pray, I pray
I need a one dance Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me I need a one dance Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me
Baby, I like your style
I was good on my own, that's the way it was, that's the way it was You was good on the low for a faded fuck, on some faded love Shit, what the fuck you complaining for? Feeling jaded, huh? Used to trip off that shit I was kickin' to you Had some fun on the run though I give it to you
But, baby, don't get it twisted You was just another nigga on the hit list Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch Didn't they tell you that I was a savage? Fuck your white horse and a carriage Bet you never could imagine Never told you, you could have it
You needed me Ooh, you needed me Feel a little more and give a little less Know you hate to confess But, baby, who, you needed me