Testo Depend On Me - Q
Testo della canzone Depend On Me (Q), tratta dall'album Note to Self
Little shorty says she's depending on me
To her best friends, she mentions me
Give her this work, now she wants to go to sleep
Annoying as fuck, afterwards, no peep
"Q, what're you doing? Come and take me out to eat"
Sex in the car is really what you really mean
Honestly, honesty, best policy
Beat in that back, now we got camaraderie
Bottle me, swallow me, shorty wants to holler at me
Cling to my side cause I took her out of poverty
Bought her some roses, now she wants to do pottery
Yelled at me, now she wants to do apologies
What the fuck?
Now she got the nerve to ask for a tummy tuck
Now she got the nerve to drink from the double cup
Think it's time for me to double up
Stay to myself, these bitches be bonkers
Chocolate fetish, Willy Wonka
Girl, keep it g, man you really want a sponsor
Want to go home, want to make me meet mama
Want to go home, want to make your mama prouder
Want to stay with me so you can go and get your clout up
Better stop eating like you're motherfucking chowder
Yeah, you want a chump, but I started from the ground up
Pound them, pound them
Yeah, stay from around them
Keep doing you, cause I'm really going to clown them
Turn me up, girl, cause I'm really going to sound them
Want my money, but girl don't hound them
Behind my back, fucking conspirer
Boy, I swear, you a conniver
Beating in your bitch vagina
Pay her tab, cause boy I fined her
Signed her, bribed her, sealed and delivered
Give her butterflies, every time, she shivers
Arrows, arrows in your quiver
Telling that cat "yeah, girl, come hither"
Left some racks on the bed, I tipped her
Raving reviews, I'm a good mister
On to the next, slide on your sister
Girl, just playing, man, you know what I'm saying?
Hating on the rap, make the bitch backtrack, bend the bitch back back, say bye to your Tracks
Fucking with the girl, now she wants to be attached
Leaching on me, little shorty's too latched
Last night, she told me she wants to get snatched in the back but the fat from that costs Stacks
"Boy, use the money when you go plat-plat"
Girl god damn, about to have a heart attack
How the hell you do you know I'm about to go plat-plat?
They signed your ass, boy it's in the contract
Clean my lens, put in my contacts
On deaf ears is going to get me a plaque
Top of the morning, I tip my hat
Knock it out the park with the baseball bat
Ass to fat, little mamí throw it back
Tell your ex that he better come correct
Left, next, yeah take a breath
Want do a date?
Girl, let's do a rain check
Want some real estate?
Yeah, girl, let's invest
Close to the middle, keep it close to the chest
Bring it all to me, we're more than friends
Love to real, little shorty, no pretend
Getting too serious, we're in the deep end
Meant it when I said it, on me you can depend
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Writer(s): Quentin Butler
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