Tracksmith – How I'm Coming (feat. Desiigner) Lyrics

How I'm Coming

Tracksmith (feat. Desiigner)

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"How I'm Coming." - Tracksmith (feat. Desiigner)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 01:44 am

Album: How I'm Coming (feat. Desiigner) - Single

Track No: 01

You said there was gonna be hookah Jarvis
She say she the one now
That got away from me
Now this house it ain't no home baby
I gotta give you to the streets
You know how I'm coming
Come over you coming
Girl come put that ass on me
You my wifey for the summer now
And don't complain about the heat
Heat
She claim to be a freak
So tired of the streets
She need some rubbing on them feet
And some sex on the beach
And baby I ain't like them other ****
'Cause I damn sure ain't cheap
She keep telling me the one that her mama need to meet
So check me baby
You can be my hot girl this summer when we in them sheets
I can have you begging and screaming oh baby please
Love how you riding and grinding on top of me
On top of me
Where you wanna be
Aye
Imma jet and take you where you wanna be
Baby, you can leave your bags
We shopping when we overseas
Get you icy for the summer
Keep you melting over me
This drip got you in heat
She say she the one now
That got away from me
Now this house it ain't no home baby
I gotta give you to the streets
You know how I'm coming
Come over you coming
Girl come put that ass on me
You my wifey for the summer now
And don't complain about the heat
(Heat)
We see the horizon go
Gripping her thighs in the Ghost
Looking at her eyes inside the ride
I'm tryna get inside her throat
You be calling out them plays in the bed
I be feeling like you the coach
Hit it from the back
Back stroke
Hit it from the front
Long stroke
Put it down her throat
Don't choke
She ain't playing games no joke
She wanna dance
Lil mama wanna salsa
'Cause a **** counting ocho
We be counting blues
Uno, Dos, Diaz, Ocho, Cinco
We be flying out to Costa Rica
Fill the drink off the Pink Flamingo
Remember days used to Rob Dinero
Just to get that bread and eat more
I was out there in the street though
Had to take that shot like free throw
You said nah you the one now
Baby girl it's nice to meet ya
Send ya passport and ya Visa
And we gone like Hasta La Vista
She say she the one now
That got away from me
Now this house it ain't no home baby
I gotta give you to the streets
You know how I'm coming
Come over you coming
Girl come put that ass on me
You my wifey for the summer now
And don't complain about the heat
Heat

Writer(s): Jarvis Savon Smith & Karl Stevenson Keels II.

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