"She Dressing (Trance)" lyrics
The message
Baby do not get the message
Baby do not get the message
I'm not the one who gon' stress ya
I was the one just to test ya
Playin' around just to test ya
Thought you the one who connect 'em
I know she love me for real
She on her knees like I'm giving her blessing
Don't know who said they the one
But I am the one who gon' come to the rescue
All on my body, we wrestling
Fucking on her, it's affection
I love the way that she dressing
She asked me do I need a stylist
I said "Baby girl you wildin'"
Do I look like I need a stylist?
I put this shit on and put pride in it
Girl you need to get up on yo knowledge
She told me that she went to college for it
She ain't hating just like how I'm stylin'
She putting me up in a trance, convince me to take her somewhere on a island
I fell in love with the way that she dance
It got me feeling like I'm on a lil molly
Baby excuse my hands I can't seem to keep 'em off of your body
It's a chemical romance she got her a man and shit look lil' toxic
Potato on top of the barrel, get dropped like it's hot
You stopping and staring, you got beef or not?
I really don't care if you like me or not
You gon' get embarrassed you talking too much
I really ain't sparing no more boy I'm striking 'em out like I'm bowling three holes in your top
And when I fuck her she do not need pheromones I do not smell anything but Chanel
I do not fear anyone, I don't trust anyone so I always go in with my gut
I had my back right up against the wall
I gave her my heart but it wasn't enough
Lord forgive me, I pray for us all
She said she love me, how could she be wrong?
She was just double-crossing all along
I'm by myself but I'm never alone
I put Givenchy inside my cologne
I put some Louis V in my cologne
I put a opp right inside of my blunt
I put a opp right inside of my song (Mm)
Inside of a gun, I put them bullets inside of your dome (Mm)
Inside of my lungs, I take a opp right to the dome (Mm)
The message
Baby do not get the message
Baby do not get the message
I'm not the one who gon' stress ya
I was the one just to test ya
Playin' around just to test ya
Thought you the one who connect 'em
I know she love me for real
She on her knees like I'm giving her blessing
Don't know who said they the one
But I am the one who gon' come to the rescue
All on my body, we wrestling
Fucking on her, it's affection
I love the way that she dressing
Baby do not get the message
Baby do not get the message
I'm not the one who gon' stress ya
I was the one just to test ya
Playin' around just to test ya
Thought you the one who connect 'em
I know she love me for real
She on her knees like I'm giving her blessing
Don't know who said they the one
But I am the one who gon' come to the rescue
All on my body, we wrestling
Fucking on her, it's affection
I love the way that she dressing
She asked me do I need a stylist
I said "Baby girl you wildin'"
Do I look like I need a stylist?
I put this shit on and put pride in it
Girl you need to get up on yo knowledge
She told me that she went to college for it
She ain't hating just like how I'm stylin'
She putting me up in a trance, convince me to take her somewhere on a island
I fell in love with the way that she dance
It got me feeling like I'm on a lil molly
Baby excuse my hands I can't seem to keep 'em off of your body
It's a chemical romance she got her a man and shit look lil' toxic
Potato on top of the barrel, get dropped like it's hot
You stopping and staring, you got beef or not?
I really don't care if you like me or not
You gon' get embarrassed you talking too much
I really ain't sparing no more boy I'm striking 'em out like I'm bowling three holes in your top
And when I fuck her she do not need pheromones I do not smell anything but Chanel
I do not fear anyone, I don't trust anyone so I always go in with my gut
I had my back right up against the wall
I gave her my heart but it wasn't enough
Lord forgive me, I pray for us all
She said she love me, how could she be wrong?
She was just double-crossing all along
I'm by myself but I'm never alone
I put Givenchy inside my cologne
I put some Louis V in my cologne
I put a opp right inside of my blunt
I put a opp right inside of my song (Mm)
Inside of a gun, I put them bullets inside of your dome (Mm)
Inside of my lungs, I take a opp right to the dome (Mm)
The message
Baby do not get the message
Baby do not get the message
I'm not the one who gon' stress ya
I was the one just to test ya
Playin' around just to test ya
Thought you the one who connect 'em
I know she love me for real
She on her knees like I'm giving her blessing
Don't know who said they the one
But I am the one who gon' come to the rescue
All on my body, we wrestling
Fucking on her, it's affection
I love the way that she dressing
Writer(s): Troy Vashon Donte Lane
