Simari T - THIS AINT LOVE Lyrics

Comin to you late on some freak s***
You know, know baby you my weakness
Doing 80 in a 20 cuz I need it
No need to tell its our secret
Trojans, they march to the tempo
Gravity escapes while the rivers flow
Spirits lift up, up in limbo
Lawn always trimmed never over grown
Guess its time for me to pull up on you
On that demon time, you on your worst behavior
Always double dippin' you my favorite flavor
Said this aint love save that s*** for later
Guess its time for me to pull up on you
On that demon time, you on your worst behavior
Always double dippin' you my favorite flavor
Said this aint love save that s*** for later
I hope you
Hope you aint catchin' feelings baby
Blurred lines on weekends got you feelin' hazy
(yeah)
Hope you aint catchin' feelings baby
(Hope you aint catchin' feelings)
Blurred lines on weekends got you feelin' hazy
Bald be your eagle when I'm swimmin' in yah
Pit stop fillin' up with diesel
Make a cinematic like we going to regal
Led lights, baby que the vinyl
Parked cars and we sippin' lokos
Big bank, stackin' up them commas
2 D's must be seeing double
Max volume and we switchin' genres
Guess its time for me to pull up on you
On that demon time, you on your worst behavior
Always double dippin' you my favorite flavor
Said this aint love save that s*** for later
Guess its time for me to pull up on you
On that demon time, you on your worst behavior
Always double dippin' you my favorite flavor
Said this aint love save that s*** for later
I hope you
Hope you aint catchin' feelings baby
Blurred lines on weekends got you feelin' hazy
(yeah)
Hope you aint catchin' feelings baby
(Hope you aint catchin' feelings)
Blurred lines on weekends got you feelin' hazy
This aint love, this aint love
(Hope you aint catchin' feelings)
This aint love, this aint love
(Hope you aint catchin' feelings)
This aint the love that your use to
Not your new dude
Chillin' with the homies
Grab a bottle of that grey goose
Duckin' real low
Cut the cameras this aint YouTube
2 pairs that's too cold
Call us ice cubes
Rain pours
Legs up to the ceiling
If it aint bout the money
Aint my business
Blast off, Space Jam
Planet fitness
Spit game and shoot shots
Scottie Pippen

Comin to you late on some freak s***
You know, know baby you my weakness
Doing 80 in a 20 cuz I need it
No need to tell its our secret
Trojans, they march to the tempo
Gravity escapes while the rivers flow
Spirits lift up, up in limbo
Lawn always trimmed never over grown
Guess its time for me to pull up on you
On that demon time, you on your worst behavior
Always double dippin' you my favorite flavor
Said this aint love save that s*** for later
Guess its time for me to pull up on you
On that demon time, you on your worst behavior
Always double dippin' you my favorite flavor
Said this aint love save that s*** for later
I hope you
Hope you aint catchin' feelings baby
Blurred lines on weekends got you feelin' hazy
(yeah)
Hope you aint catchin' feelings baby
(Hope you aint catchin' feelings)
Blurred lines on weekends got you feelin' hazy
Bald be your eagle when I'm swimmin' in yah
Pit stop fillin' up with diesel
Make a cinematic like we going to regal
Led lights, baby que the vinyl
Parked cars and we sippin' lokos
Big bank, stackin' up them commas
2 D's must be seeing double
Max volume and we switchin' genres
Guess its time for me to pull up on you
On that demon time, you on your worst behavior
Always double dippin' you my favorite flavor
Said this aint love save that s*** for later
Guess its time for me to pull up on you
On that demon time, you on your worst behavior
Always double dippin' you my favorite flavor
Said this aint love save that s*** for later
I hope you
Hope you aint catchin' feelings baby
Blurred lines on weekends got you feelin' hazy
(yeah)
Hope you aint catchin' feelings baby
(Hope you aint catchin' feelings)
Blurred lines on weekends got you feelin' hazy
This aint love, this aint love
(Hope you aint catchin' feelings)
This aint love, this aint love
(Hope you aint catchin' feelings)
This aint the love that your use to
Not your new dude
Chillin' with the homies
Grab a bottle of that grey goose
Duckin' real low
Cut the cameras this aint YouTube
2 pairs that's too cold
Call us ice cubes
Rain pours
Legs up to the ceiling
If it aint bout the money
Aint my business
Blast off, Space Jam
Planet fitness
Spit game and shoot shots
Scottie Pippen