[Chorus]
Girl, if you don’t mind your tea
And your bees guarantee it’s gon’ end bad
Why you wanna mind my tea?
Shit’s sweet ‘til i pull up and I mismatch
Who behind me? Is she behind me? Creepin’ on me, demons gon’ still get sent back
Pour the Remy, ratatouille, riding to me Soon as she get that text back
Girl, if you don’t mind your tea
And your bees guarantee it’s gon’ end bad
Why you wanna mind my tea?
Shit’s sweet ‘til i pull up and I mismatch
Who behind me? Is she behind me? Creepin’ on me, demons gon’ still get sent back
Pour the Remy, ratatouille, riding to me Soon as she get that text back
[Verse 1: Elijah August]
(Yeah!) Snatch your green, your reefer
Peak when I pull up like your stepdad
This high got she on rewind
Got her looking for the encore
Why is the moon piss yellow? (yellow!)
Why is the mood dim?
She having mood swings
Why she just switch my level?
Pull that G-string like cello
Wait, hold on lemme know my space
G-string go deep in her base (Go deep!)
Knees weak, mile 8
Got keys to the place (Got keys!)
Never seen these keys anyway
Ray Charles I don’t know if I’m seeing this straight (I don’t know if I’m seeing this straight)
Must be OG in this cake
She’s a pianist, playing with a G and his brain
Must be OG in this cake
Hold on, my nigga
That’s tree in this cake? (hold on, baby, what you put in this cake?)
Man, I’m into this cookie
I done ate four leaves, now I’m into this green
Guess a nigga just lucky
Pull up with four Gs and these niggas ain’t squeeze
Man, these niggas can’t touch me
Solo, dolo, pull up and I’m one deep
Just me and my hoodie
The city ain’t love me
So, why is the moon piss yellow?
[Chorus]
Girl, if you don’t mind your tea
And your bees guarantee it’s gon’ end bad
Why you wanna mind my tea?
Shit’s sweet ‘til i pull up and I mismatch
Who behind me? Is she behind me? Creepin’ on me, demons gon’ still get sent back
Pour the Remy, ratatouille, riding to me Soon as she get that text back
[Verse 2: Dax Vision]
On business (on business)
Please don’t waste my minutes
Let you finish, all up in my mouth no dentist (All in my mouth!)
How I keep winning?
Let me take it from the top like Genesis
Angels all in my premises
Y’all was getting hooked on medicine
You could say it all clicked in that day When I jumped ahead of time
Niggas tried to bop on me
But I broke that plane in ‘99
I was born in ‘94 though
Young nigga blues clues jumping through the photo
Y’all be fake deep, we been shooting from the logo
From Benin to Togo, discover my face
Fuck out my
Space
[Chorus: Elijah August & Dax Vision]
Girl, if you don’t mind your tea
And your bees guarantee it’s gon’ end bad
Why you wanna mind my tea?
Shit’s sweet ‘til i pull up and I mismatch
Who behind me? Is she behind me? Creepin’ on me, demons gon’ still get sent back
Pour the Remy, ratatouille, riding to me Soon as she get that text back
Outro: Elijah August & Dax Vision
Baby, I don’t talk a lot (Girl, if you don’t mind your tea and your bees)
Not you, it’s me (End bad)
Why it feel so hard to talk? (Why you mind my tea?)
Like R,E,D
To open up’s the hardest part
To say the least (you creepin’ on me, gon’ still get sent back)
To open up’s to fall apart
Let ‘em free (Ratatouille, riding to me as soon as she get that text back)
Girl, if you don’t mind your tea
And your bees guarantee it’s gon’ end bad
Why you wanna mind my tea?
Shit’s sweet ‘til i pull up and I mismatch
Who behind me? Is she behind me? Creepin’ on me, demons gon’ still get sent back
Pour the Remy, ratatouille, riding to me Soon as she get that text back
Girl, if you don’t mind your tea
And your bees guarantee it’s gon’ end bad
Why you wanna mind my tea?
Shit’s sweet ‘til i pull up and I mismatch
Who behind me? Is she behind me? Creepin’ on me, demons gon’ still get sent back
Pour the Remy, ratatouille, riding to me Soon as she get that text back
[Verse 1: Elijah August]
(Yeah!) Snatch your green, your reefer
Peak when I pull up like your stepdad
This high got she on rewind
Got her looking for the encore
Why is the moon piss yellow? (yellow!)
Why is the mood dim?
She having mood swings
Why she just switch my level?
Pull that G-string like cello
Wait, hold on lemme know my space
G-string go deep in her base (Go deep!)
Knees weak, mile 8
Got keys to the place (Got keys!)
Never seen these keys anyway
Ray Charles I don’t know if I’m seeing this straight (I don’t know if I’m seeing this straight)
Must be OG in this cake
She’s a pianist, playing with a G and his brain
Must be OG in this cake
Hold on, my nigga
That’s tree in this cake? (hold on, baby, what you put in this cake?)
Man, I’m into this cookie
I done ate four leaves, now I’m into this green
Guess a nigga just lucky
Pull up with four Gs and these niggas ain’t squeeze
Man, these niggas can’t touch me
Solo, dolo, pull up and I’m one deep
Just me and my hoodie
The city ain’t love me
So, why is the moon piss yellow?
[Chorus]
Girl, if you don’t mind your tea
And your bees guarantee it’s gon’ end bad
Why you wanna mind my tea?
Shit’s sweet ‘til i pull up and I mismatch
Who behind me? Is she behind me? Creepin’ on me, demons gon’ still get sent back
Pour the Remy, ratatouille, riding to me Soon as she get that text back
[Verse 2: Dax Vision]
On business (on business)
Please don’t waste my minutes
Let you finish, all up in my mouth no dentist (All in my mouth!)
How I keep winning?
Let me take it from the top like Genesis
Angels all in my premises
Y’all was getting hooked on medicine
You could say it all clicked in that day When I jumped ahead of time
Niggas tried to bop on me
But I broke that plane in ‘99
I was born in ‘94 though
Young nigga blues clues jumping through the photo
Y’all be fake deep, we been shooting from the logo
From Benin to Togo, discover my face
Fuck out my
Space
[Chorus: Elijah August & Dax Vision]
Girl, if you don’t mind your tea
And your bees guarantee it’s gon’ end bad
Why you wanna mind my tea?
Shit’s sweet ‘til i pull up and I mismatch
Who behind me? Is she behind me? Creepin’ on me, demons gon’ still get sent back
Pour the Remy, ratatouille, riding to me Soon as she get that text back
Outro: Elijah August & Dax Vision
Baby, I don’t talk a lot (Girl, if you don’t mind your tea and your bees)
Not you, it’s me (End bad)
Why it feel so hard to talk? (Why you mind my tea?)
Like R,E,D
To open up’s the hardest part
To say the least (you creepin’ on me, gon’ still get sent back)
To open up’s to fall apart
Let ‘em free (Ratatouille, riding to me as soon as she get that text back)
( Elijah August )
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