On You Song Lyrics

Description:- On You Lyrics Karlae ft. Young Thug are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer Karlae. This song is from ENTER album. This song will release on 5 August 2022.

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Song:– On You

Singer:– Karlae

Album:– ENTER

Producer:– Major Seven & Landon Jordan

Written:– Karlae & Young Thug

Label:– 300 Entertainment, Atlantic Records & Young Stoner Life

On You Lyrics Karlae ft. Young Thug

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can’t… stop my…
Fucking love… from chasing her
I was loving on you, I was fucking on you
I was whipping your titty, I was sucking on you
I was never gon’ stop ’til there’s nothing on you
You in debt, yeah
Fuck her, yeah, fuck
I’ll do whatever, just tell me when to stop
I’ve been nutting on you, I’ve been kissing on you
I’ve been walking on you, I’ve been pacing on you
Slowly loving on you, no new place with new, hey
You, hey

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Oh, oh… Oh, oh
Oh, oh… Oh, oh

[Verse 1: Karlae & Young Thug]
He buy me Margielas, he change up the weather
He told me that I was his new Cinderella
He told me he buying a plane, a propellеr
He made me his onе and his own, whenever (Yeah)
I’m playing with his dick, he’s dealing with his paper
He skeet, off on you lames like skrt
He make, sure I stay hot like soup
Drop, the top off the coupe like whoop
Yeah, huh, huh
I’ma turn up on these bitches
Make sure I get whatever he getting
Ain’t gotta be no ho for no digits
He know that I’m all that he missing
He know I’m shooting all of his pistols
I don’t pillow-talk with these bitches
So he can tell me anything like his sister
The diamonds, they bust out the watches
A hole in his purse and it’s R[?]
I won’t tell the judge or nobody
We dripped up and dripped out in ices
Paper come in on a dolly
Most of my bitches be stallions
You play with the game and we wrestlin’
We beatin’ up these bitches and stabbin’ ’em

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Passion life, passion life (Then what?), pass it (Ayy)
Put it high, as high as you can get it, watch me grab it (Ayy)
Fuck you slow in the back seat, in case she snatchin’ (Ooh, ooh)
All mine if you call me Slime, I’m your daddy (Hey)
Chopping the top right off of the Bentley, but open the Benz door
Riding ’round with your love, ain’t playing no games, I know you Nintendo
Won’t you tell me every single name that you did, though?
L**ve h*s br**n on the kitchen floor
It’s a name, it’s a kicked door
Your head is so sloppy, you rocking Huaraches
You drinking Kavollie, you eat at Hibachi’s
You banging all red, tomato, to-molly
Your man gon’ be d**d, * can’t even stop it
He tripping th*t w*y, th*t’s a b*dy
H* gon’ end up swimming with dolphins
Black box, h* *n a c*ff*n
All blue Rolls Royce on Slauson