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[Hook]:
Hey baby, won’t you ride for a minute?
Baby girl, don’t deny what you’re feeling
I can see it in your eyes that you’re willing
You know what’s between your thighs is appealing
Plenty fish, I just decided you to reel in
But, if you ain’t trying to slide, I can feel it
Maybe we can get much higher than the ceiling
Baby girl, don’t deny what you’re feeling
Don’t deny what you’re feeling
Verse (Sip Jackson):
For a nigga like me what a nigga might be is uhhhh. Shit
But I can tell you that a nigga like tree
Inhale yo fragrance exhale that bullshit preach to that pulpit
Bout how me or any other nigga can’t pull it
Fuck that you ain’t never met a nigga like Pippen
Dig this po pimpin. Run game, slow limping. Sip come thru sippin
IPhone 4 grippin, cuz a chick like you might just reserve a spot up in my contacts
I can see you catching contact right before we make contact
Beat the pussy like hand to hand combat. Ahhh
That’s a punch line. Gotta use ya head sometimes and watch out for the one time
Fuck cops baby just ride wit a nigga from the Westside
Know you heard that’s the best side and you know how a playa do
You should chill for a day or two logically. Let a nigga learn yo biology
Cuz its obvious it’s been a while since you let a nigga in knock knock we can put it in the wind
And chop up that paper though. Chop up that paper though,Til we chillin in a Benz to the rhythm of a high hat
Need a fix I can provide that baby girl just lie back like Donna in Craig bed now I know you can’t deny that
[Hook]
Verse (Cale Charles):
For a nigga with a check. Say she need a nigga better than her ex
Baby, I ain’t trynna flex, but I’ll be there in a sex–shit–sec
Only pull up in the Lex if I need to. No need for pulling down her dress when it’s see through
Girl, I know you miss the sex when I leave you. 3, 2, 1, shorty need me to come, cuz she need me to cum
I’m a heartbreaker. Leave her knee deep in Tums. Born in the US, but She speak in tongues
Body language is a muhfugga. She wanna go to Marc Jacob like a muhfugga
I ain’t bout it. I might allow it. Only if you meet me in the shower with your booty poking outward
Only if I can devour your finest flower on top of the Eiffel Tower like it’s a type a chowder in a bread bowl
Sexy stilettos, complex on the lead pole, she is dressed down sexiest shit
And when she text me, „Come get it”, I do. Shorty body sick as flu. So, she pick and she choose
That’s why I stick and I move, cuz I know exactly I can lose
By fucking with some pretty bitches like you
And, I ain’t risking it dude. I’m on a mission for loot
I done turned down the thickest of toots, and the wickedest cooch.It like Kick in the tooth when you’re stricken with truth
And, truth is you ain’t even that fine. You ain’t even that fine
Truth is, you ain’t even that fine. And, may this verse cut short if I’m l– (Static)
[Hook]
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