You [Mixed] lyrics

[Intro: Bryson Tiller & Lola Brooke]
Yeah, Tiller, woah
And Young Lola, controller, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won't you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober
True, know I see you come over (You know I see you over there, there, there?)
Uh-uh, uh-uh

[Verse 1: Lola Brooke & Bryson Tiller]
I'm a badass Brooklyn brown skin b*tch (Brown skin b*tch)
And I love a hood n*gga with some toxic di*k (Hey, baby)
Nothing but some socks, beef and brocs in it (Woah)
Have me walking all crooked in my Crocs and sh*t (Brr)
b*tch, I go Taraji for my baby boy (For my baby boy)
Ride it like a Kawasaki, that's his favorite toy (Favorite toy)
I'ma swipe his EBT like a Amex (Uh)
Give it to him raw (Uh), no drawers, no latex (Uh, uh)
Yeah, I got him butt nakеd for me waitin' at home (Waitin' at home)
b*tch, your pus*y ain't hittin' if hе takin' too long (If he takin' too long)
Told him, "Put my name on it" (Yeah), yeah, I'm makin' him moan
Smellin' Lola Brooke, that's his favorite cologne

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Ha, huh, I'm yours for the summer
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (Yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
[Verse 2: Lola Brooke & Bryson Tiller]
Tryna make a choice between his leg or his face
sh*t gettin' more intense than Election Day
What I expect today is good neck, hood sex
Stop callin' his phone, b*tch, he catchin' up on rest (Uh)
f*ckin' with me is a W, f*ck him at the W
The way you c*mmin' quick seems to trouble you
I want a rough neck n*gga that's nasty
My sex drive wild and this ass is immaculate
Put it in my, uh, n*gga stabbin' it
A shooter that assassin it, tongue doin' magic tricks
Foot on neck (Yeah), hand on frontal (Frontal)
Got him bussin' nuts 'fore we leave the Holland Tunnel (Yeah, ooh-ooh)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & Dionne Warwick]
I'm yours for the summer (Hey)
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby (Walk on by)
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you (Hey, walk on by)
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (Yeah), baby? (Walk on by)
(Walk on by)