Tink - Fu*k Around

Tink - Fu*k Around
September 26th, 2019
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New song from R&B artist Tink "Fuck Around"

Song Lyrics

La la la la la
Ohhhh
(Oh I like how that track sound)

Boy you got me in my feelings
You a street nga, but I never cared about an image
They say you bad, but don't nobody know the real
And can't nobody understand how I feel
I got a nga that come from the streets
That's my lil' baby, you know he a beast
I know he gon' do whatever for me
Just like some money he keep it a G
I wanna give you the title (oh yeah)
I study your body like it was a final
I like the way that you lean in your chair
Boy you look good in whatever you wear
I like them tattoos on your face
When I act up you put me in place
Boy when you pull me grab on my neck
That's that lil' shit that be havin me wet
Want you to show me who wearin' the pants
Boy you're a man, man, man
I'm off a fit, I'll be talkin' my shit
Now you cussin' at me like you angry
You realize, you get it, and I show you respect
Cause I know it ain't easy to date me
I know I'm a lot of time (time)
But you keep me on my grind (grind)
See how you work when you on the clock
Yeah you got it on lock, yeah you got it on lock

I'll be there for you when you had a long day
Type of love make me wanna go and touch your name
Promise I won't fuck around
Promise I won't fuck around

I like the way you keep me safe
He keep the 30 up under his waist
I like them ngas they be in the feel
Just wanna love me and pay all the bills
Ain't tryna do nothing else (ain't tryna do nothing else)
He get the money and flip it for real (oh yeah)
I let you hit it anytime of the day
Promise that I never give it away (away)
Boy you my peace when I'm wildin'
Hit this blunt and high as a pilot
Yeah, the light's in my fire (cause you keep it so real)
And I truly admire (how you make me feel)
I wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it
You know I don't do this shit for the camera
I never listen to no one
None of these bitches is gon' understand ya
You're everything that I want
You been a hundred form the start
Hit the gas, boy you movin' fast
But you know you're good in my arms

I'll be there for you when you had long day
Type of love make me wanna go and touch your name
Promise I won't fuck around
Promise I won't fuck around