No Evidence

Running every day like the president
Turn up to your motherfucking residence
Got to look at me when we’re having sex
Pull it down, it’s looking like an elephant’s trunk
When you out with me there’s no evidence
Put my hands on you like a reverend
Yes, me really see that I’m heaven sent
Yeah, cause every like every song
Huh? You think this is a game?
What? You think we are the same?
Who? Do you think you fucking with?
Bitch, I make your shit irrelevant
Back, when a nigga gave a fuck
You, look like you might have some luck
The, nigga at the you see
So, there ain’t nobody seeing me
Us them, tell me if your ass agree
Woah, what you doing on your knees?
Well, it’s only right in that case
My identity on your face
My jeans, pick em up, leave your place
That look on your face, call it
Woah, what you doing on your knees?
Again, I told you that I’m finna leave