BUTTAFLY - Luke Christopher

Yeah, girl, those wings goin' clap, clap

You so fly like flap, flap

We don’t gotta talk about past things

We don’t gotta talk about this, that, yeah

You a butterfly, my nigga, how you glowed up, yeah

These buggy-eyed guys better learn how to show up

Uh, you been on top of your business

Gettin' your sleep and an hour of fitness

My exes are best now described as a scrimmage

And you like the playoffs, I want my head in it, you know

So much in common for sure

Chill with my foot in the door

You deserve a all white Porsche

You deserve a all black horse, of course

You deserve a dope ass dork

You deserve a meal, nine course

Butterfly, I, I, I (You are always gon' be fly)

You’re mine, you’re mine

Butterfly, I, I, I (You are always gon' be fly)

But I’ll follow you with me, yeah

Yeah, girl, those wings goin' clap, clap

You so fly like flap, flap

We don’t gotta talk about past things

We don’t gotta talk about this, that, yeah

You a butterfly, my nigga, how you glowed up, yeah

These buggy-eyed guys better learn how to show up

Tattoo my chest with some letters that spell out your first name

Then I’ll tattoo my chest with some letters that spell out my last

Yeah, it’s got a ring to it, it’s got a thing to it

It’s no Versailles, so there’s no way to see through it

Holding your arm out, I’m just tryna peep through it

Make sure you protect it, girl, I could see to it, yuh (Ooh)

Yeah, girl, those wings goin' clap, clap

You so fly like flap, flap

We don’t gotta talk about past things

We don’t gotta talk about this, that, yeah

You a butterfly, my nigga, how you glowed up, yeah

Buggy-eyed guys better learn how to show up