Jay Sean, yeah
Gucci

Even though you know I like it, you ain't nothin' new
Even though you know I love it, I'm in love with you
I ain't tryna say I like it, girl you know the truth
You know that I fuckin' love it, fucking 'round with you

That's my ride or die, I can't even lie
Shawty flyer than a pilot and got way too much to hide
What she likes, Birkin bags and bikes
And she don't care about lights (nah, nah)
Kissin' right, upward pokin' out yeah, that's what I like
Out of sight, out of mind
Keep them broke hoes out my sight
This the night, when we dim the lights
I pound with all my might
She so right, we so right
Ain't no need to be your type
Got that fire
Ask her what she drink she say "Guwop on ice"

I'm sayin' you (han)
I just can't get my mind off you
After the shit that we've been through (yeah)
I just can't stop fuckin' with you
I just can't stop fuckin' with you

Even though you know I like it, you ain't nothin' new
Even though you know I love it, I'm in love with you
I ain't tryna say I like it, girl you know the truth
You know that I fuckin' love it, fucking 'round with you

I cannot keep doin' this, it ain't safe
I did not promise that you take my name
Don't you front, they said that straight to your face
Can't be the one if you in second place
It's not that way
You start actin' crazy know that I'll go MIA
Intact in Miami, you won't find me out of space
(Wait) all up in our feelings, wasn't supposed to be that way
(Wait) I can't escape, yeah

'Cause baby you (han)
I just can't get my mind off you
After the shit that we've been through (yeah)
I just can't stop fuckin' with you
I just can't stop fuckin' with you

Even though you know I like it, you ain't nothin' new
Even though you know I love it, I'm in love with you
I ain't tryna say I like it, girl you know the truth
You know that I fuckin' love it, fucking 'round with you

Fuckin' with you
Fienin' for attention
Leave niggas on read, they ain't fuckin' with you
Ran through the block, went broke, came up
Stayed down, real bitch, put the pussy on you
Dreaming 'bout cars that sizzle, with a Rollie and a waist, cute face, come quick
Girls gon' hate 'cause a bitch gon' slay, two faced
Best dressed, Prada all on my drip
'Cause I like it, I just fuck wanna fuck
He off the drugs, so please don't bite it
Fienin' for my love, daddy eat me up
Baby I'm excited

Even though you know I like it, you ain't nothin' new
Even though you know I love it, I'm in love with you
I ain't tryna say I like it, girl you know the truth
You know that I fuckin' love it, fucking 'round with you

Fucking 'round with you
Fucking 'round with you
My baby
'Round with you

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Writer(s): Alexander Jacob King, Fredric Brewer, John Steven McGee, Kamal Jit-Singh Jhooti, Misharron Allen, Radric Davis