Fetish

(Lavaa Man Baby)

[Verse 1]
Yeah she bad, like her credit
It a hers, but she can get it
Secret location, I pipe her boulder
See her in public, I don’t know her
Bitch I’m high, like New York rent
With a door man, and a house that’s pent
I light it up, I burn it down
Look at they shoes, they are clowns
We ain’t them, and they ain’t us
She hate to sleep alone so she hit me up
I got her heart, I got her mind
Feed her soul, she feel my vibe

[Hook]
What’s your fetish
I’m just tryna see where your head at
I’m just tryna see where your head at
Where head at, show me
What’s your fetish
I’m just tryna see where your head at
I’m just tryna see where your head at
Where head at, show me

[Verse 2]
What’s your fantasy, ain’t no Luda or Shawna
In the living room back shots at your mamas
How nasty is your mind, I’m talking freak freak
In a glass house on front street
Getting fucked in designer
Getting fucked in designer
On all four‘s or your back, girl you ain’t making your mind up
I just might die today, so I ain’t wasting no time-a
I got enemies, so stay with a fresh line up
Fuck her like I just came home, like a prison timer
Fuck her like I just came home, like a prison timer
Bet you feel the opposite of fucking lame
She gonna remember me, like her fucking name
Yeah

[Hook]
What’s your fetish
I’m just tryna see where your head at
I’m just tryna see where your head at
Where head at, show me
What’s your fetish
I’m just tryna see where your head at
I’m just tryna see where your head at
Where head at, show me

[Outro]
What’s your fetish
I’m just tryna see where your head at
I’m just tryna see where your head at
Where head at, show me
What’s your fetish
I’m just tryna see where your head at
I’m just tryna see where your head at
Where head at, show me