PYT (feat. Thirty2)

[Chorus: Benji]
She my PYT
She want some attention, give her everything she need
Lame boy in her section, put him on a white tee
You don't know nobody that would do that except for me
Except for me
You so fine moving in them leather jeans
Not just sexually
But more mentally
In tune

[Verse 1: Benji]
I'm the one that got you so damn gassed up
Blue checks, baby girl, you need a manager
They be asking, "You a fan of her?"
I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, I'm the man to her"
We just be popping, popping
Vibing, vibing
Ain't no one can tell us different
Oh

[Chorus: Benji & Thirty2]
She my PYT
She want some attention, give her everything she need
Lame boy in her section, put him on a white tee
You don't know nobody that would do that except for me
Except for me
You so fine moving in them leather jeans (Leather jeans)
Not just sexually
But more mentally
In tune

[Verse 2: Thirty2]
PYT, PYT, PYT
That's my PYT
Lil' mama a dime piece
My baby, my wifey
Oh
Oh
Oh
If I go down I'd know she'll ride for me
She'd do that time for me
She’d make that slide for me
Oh, I know she’d lie for me, yeah, yeah?
I can't trust myself but I can trust her
Everybody on the Gram wanna fuck her
She like when I'm thuggin', yeah, all in my white tee
She want me
She need me
She fucks me
She likes me
Oh
She can't get over me
'Cause I eat that punani like it's groceries
Pretty young thang
I wanna love you
Nobody gonna love you
The way I love you
Oh

[Chorus: Benji]
She my PYT
She want some attention, give her everything she need
Lame boy in her section, put him on a white tee
You don't know nobody that would do that except for me
Except for me
You so fine moving in them leather jeans
Not just sexually
But more mentally
In tune

[Verse 3:JTB]
It's JTB
My PYT
You toxic and exotic
That's the recipe, uh, uh
You testing me, I can tell
Stay texting me on my cell
She wanna cuff me and take me downtown, yeah, I need bail
Punani
Punani
Way she workin'
She deserve it
Make that chick tsunami
Move
Move
Move yo body on me
When she in my bed she ride like Maserati
Walk up in
Bring a friend, yeah
Thirty make the choppa sing like Ben
She say she in love
Mad that I won't cuff
Hit my room I bet I'll make it up
Girl, I'll make you gossip
I'll make you gossip, yeah
Aqua lil' mami just like the faucets, yeah
When I beat it up it sound like pasta, yeah
Do me a solid and make me solid
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Interlude]
Uh, I should hand up. What am I doing? Um, so I, uh, I feel kinda dumb. But, uh... I miss you. I've been thinking about you. And I've been thinking about our love. And how much I miss your touch

[Chorus: Benji]
She my PYT
She want some attention, give her everything she need
Lame boy in her section, put him on a white tee
You don't know nobody that would do that except for me
Except for me
You so fine moving in them leather jeans
Not just sexually
But more mentally
In tune

[Outro]
So, that's all. Hi