Lyrics Mick Jenkins – The Giver

Hook:
Girl it’s nice to meet ya
I really like yo’ style
Westside mamacita

Like it was yo’ last
A nigga’s skin about as thick as a cast
Just in case you don’t
But lemme let you know my case in point
I’m tryna build, I’m not a mason but
I’m thinkin’ blueprints when I face the joint
She tastin’ truth that’s what I laced her blunt with
I let shorty hit like lace fronts
We evaluate the conscious of one another
Talks of sisters and brothers
Dispositions of our mothers
Saw the world in different colors
I believe that this path had been chose
Got no reason to deceive, matter fact a nigga heart is on his sleeve
Girl it bleed, I’m just lettin’ you know
You don’t gotta hit the weed just make sure you bring your smile
And that seed, I got water

Hook:
Girl its nice to meet ya
I really like yo’ style
Westside mamacita
The sunshine in yo’ smile
And I just want you to
Give it to me, give it to me
(Hey)
Give it to me, give it to me
(Hey)
Give it to me, give it to me
(Huh)
Give it to me, give it to me

Know somewhere that we can go
If you down then let me know
On my way right now
On my way

Know somewhere that we can go
If you down then let me know
On my way right now
On my way
On my way right now

(Oooh)
Like it was your yo last
Like you seem about to die
It was like I saw the future
when I looked into your eyes
And I just want you to
(Oooh)
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
I just want you to
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me