Nice to meet you (feat. Central Cee)

(And this beat from Cash, not from You-Tube)

I pray that I'll die before my baby

I'll take a risk if anyone tries to touch my baby

That's my (love, love, love, love, love)

I have secrets and, yes, I know you know too many

I'll stay at your house where I'll hope that you'll protect me

You're my (love, love, love, love, love)

It's your honey (it's your honey), nice to meet you (nice to meet you)

My love's pouring (my love's pouring) like a waterfall (that's why)

I don't mind all your dollar signs (dollar signs)

You're keeping me up each and every night

Now I've never (I've never) felt quite likе this (like this)

It's your motor, it's the way you kiss (that's my)

Tell them how we met, because you tell it best (best)

You're the thing that connects my brain to my chest, it's because

I pray that I'll die before my baby

I'll take a risk if anyone tries to touch my baby (that's my)

Mmm, oh-oh, my baby, mmm (love)

I have secrets and, yes, I know you know too many (yeah)

I'll stay at your house where I'll hope that you'll protect me

You're my (love, love, love, love, love)

It's your honey (it's your honey), nice to meet you

My love's pouring (my love's pouring) like a waterfall

Now I've never (I've never) felt quite like this (like this)

It's your motor, it's the way you kiss (it's the way you kiss)

I woke up to my shawty crying

I said, "Nah, I'm not being unfaithful, baby"

And somehow she caught me lying (it's the way you kiss)

I tried to say, "It weren't me, it was one of my G's, we can call the guys"

But it weren't one time, it was four or five

Long story short, we don't talk no more

Now she on TikTok doing story time (way you kiss)

I might risk it for a biscuit

Put my hand in a jar and try reach for a cookie

Sweet, and I can't resist it (yeah)

I'm innocent until proven guilty

My gyal not convinced, but I'm not convicted

I feel like a creep when I call, restricted

Pissed because she blocked my digits

Leave it to God, I can't stop what's written

Across the board, you still cross my mind

I'm a trap boy, and she like good yutes

If I remember correctly, I'm not her type (aah)

Cupid, try aim at my heart

I jumped over the car, and tried duck and dive

Now she putting up pics of rapper relationships like it must be nice (it must be nice)

(Aah)

(Love, I'll die before my baby, yeah)

(Aah, try to touch my baby, that's my)

(Love, I'll die before my)