A-Roy - On a Mission lyrics
(Chorus x2) Hop on a late flight We having date night I'm on a mission, girl I'm hoping we can get it tight (2x)[You know that I can hit it right] Would that be alright? (2x)[I know just what you like] I know you prob'ly thinking I'm just that playa type Scheming for a hole in one, only texting late at night Yea I'm on the green, chasing dreams without the clubs Tiger Woods sk**s- but no cheap thrills I'm dreaming of I caught you peepin' me, but you tried to play it off Thought you was feelin' me- appears perhaps the vibe was false? Or maybe I should pay the cost for holding your attention My swagger caught your eye so now you need some more convincing No more chillin' in the cut, I'm stepping your direction Damn this mall is crowded, top of that your homegirl's protecting co*k-blocking- as I slide up in the Louis store Waiting for the moment, not tryna' be up on it Too strong, my rhyme is cunning like a Troubadour Blown is my mind when you turn I see that booty- You're wrong; still I gently tug your hand Pardon me for disturbing but do you have a man? (Chorus x2) I'm shootin' straight no chaser with my introduction Not A-Roy the rapper- meet Alan, the future husband Full of substance, you'll never find a better brother No pimpin', just pa**ion, you'll never find a better lover But you don't understand my kind Your intuition's giving a false sign ‘Cause I'm the type of brother that'll love you long time And I don't wanna touch your body yet, I wanna f** your mind It sounds raunchy but feel me if you're clever The naughty girls'll never reach your level ‘Cause baby you something special Why the hell you think that I'm approaching ‘Cause playas get chose by hoes, but queens get chosen And Royalty is in my lineage, literally Real name, no gimmicks, this was given to me No game, real lyrics that I'm spittin' Real man with a plan and a vision, I hope you listenin'… (Chorus) Let me be frank, baby beauty is a blessing And I wouldn't be getting at you if you wasn't exceptional Respectable, no flash wit a** hanging out Showing cla** but still bad, got me thinking ‘bout What I wanna do to you Set the mood in my bedroom Grooving to the soft music in the nude Hold up…I sound rude, talking so uncouth But I'm simply just admitting the truth It's obvious I'm caught up Don't mean to offend you with these images I thought of Hopefully you'll see I'm serious To find out what you feeling too, you really got me curious So I'm hoping you're considering To roll with me, stroll with me to the food court So we can sit and get some grub, and if your time is short Then slip me your digits, and I will do the same But before we make a move, you never told me, what's your name?