Jay Critch - Mental

(Young Metro)

I just thought that I'd let you know what's been on my mental
Every time we don't speak you dress up
Post that pic on the 'Gram 'cause you know I'll miss you (you know I'll miss you)
Make it hard for a nigga
Shorty from the city got a bag just like a City Girls
Shout out to the city girl, she a high siddity girl (she a high siddity girl)
Every time we fuckin' make her toes and her fingers curl
When you get some time off of work then it's lit, uh

Trini girl, you had that vibe and I can't find it nowhere (can't find it nowhere)
Stay by my side, promise you won't go nowhere (you won't go nowhere)
My heart too cold I don't think you should go there

Girl, I want you naked, I want you bareback (I want you bareback)
I would never tell you lies, give you bare facts (I'll give you bare facts)
I just poured my lean up in the Peardrax
She look at me with them eyes and I stare back (hey)
Baby, you ease my mind like the marijuana (marijuana)
I fuck with you 'cause you're on my timin'
Where I'm from crazy, it's full of drama
Handled that pressure and made some diamonds (and made some diamonds)
Watch the money pile up (watch the money pile up)
Get her in the room, I flip her like it's Benihanas (like it's Benihanas)
You my little muse I dress you up in all designer
She gon' set the mood, then the drugs take her, tired (drugs take her, tired)
Thought she had a boss but her last nigga fired
Won't let this fall apart (fall apart)
Pussy wetter then a fuckin' waterpark (waterpark)
Touchin' on your body, I know where to start (I know where to start)
Cruisin' 'round up in the Wraith, yeah, you with a star
If I gotta try and go replace you it's gon' be hard
I can't let no other bitches get close to my heart (get close to my heart)
I forgot to say that pussy wet like Noah's Ark (pussy wet like Noah's Ark)
Put Cartier all on your wrist and have you livin' large (have you livin' large)

I just thought that I'd let you know what's been on my mental (on my mental)
Every time we don't speak you dress up
Post that pic on the 'Gram 'cause you know I'll miss you (you know I'll miss you)
Make it hard for a nigga (hard for a nigga)
Shorty from the city got a bag just like a City Girls
Shout out to the city girl, she a high siddity girl (she a high siddity girl)
Every time we fuckin' make her toes and her fingers curl
When you get some time off of work then it's lit, uh

Caribbean girl, you had that vibe and I can't find it nowhere (can't find it nowhere)
Stay by my side, promise you won't go nowhere (promise you won't go nowhere)
My heart too cold I don't think you should go there (I don't think you should go there)

Written by:
Jason Critchlow, YoungBoy Beats

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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