451 - Chess

{Chorus}
Head game like chess
And you're fire too baby
I might just come again
Okay, we made a mess
They got my card on file, don't stress
This is some alien shit
We smokin' the best
And if you ain't feelin' it, bet
We can have sex off the X (Off the X)
Kissin' on me from the jump
I know what you like, I know you a eater
'Cause you really my partner, really my twin
And really my chica, aye
Doesn't get tighter, doesn't get lighter
Doesn't gеt sweeter, aye
Like, likе

{Verse 1}
Head game like chess
And you're fire too baby
I might just come again
Okay, we made a mess
They got my card on file, don't stress
Bae lemme melt ya like a candle
Like, I had that pussy wet in Cancún
Like is there anything she can't do
Like how I bag the baddest bitch inside the group chat
Like how the fuck she throw it back
And do a handstand (What else?)
You know I can't stand a non-startin' bench man
We just fucked in a 2007 Hummer H2
We put it on tape, I'm 'bout to watch it back like cable
I know you a freak, I knew the Casa woulda got to you
Like, got me playin' in your hair
I just popped a bean, and she kissin' on my neck
Hit it from the back, my chain gave me whiplash (What else?)
And girl you're sexy, and sexy's where I'm at
And you're smart too, just like a laureate

{Chorus}
Head game like chess
And you're fire too baby
I might just come again
Okay, we made a mess
They got my card on file, don't stress
This is some alien shit
We smokin' the best
And if you ain't feelin' it, bet
We can have sex off the X (Off the X)
Kissin' on me from the jump
I know what you like, I know you a eater
'Cause you really my partner, really my twin
And really my chica, aye
Doesn't get tighter, doesn't get lighter
Doesn't get sweeter, aye
Like, like