Aye, dick done got her weak
Sweet like summer heat
Bad bitch, too odee
Geeked, I'm boutta be
I'm off the molly water
When I'm in California
My niggas 'round the corner
Ready to pop up on ya, aye
I'ma get what's mine
Two hoes, they love a line
Pour a four into a liter
Then we can have a time (Time)
Yeah, cookie to the face
Who said this ain't a race?
Racky, Saddam Hussein
Tens gon' give me face, lowkey, yeah, yeah
The engine gon' dance for you
V12, it's a boat, no coupe
Dumb hoe, I was off a pill
Give a fuck what I said forreal
Still wanna rock yo' body
SLS, take off, a rocket
Pussy fallin' right outta the pocket (Damn)
I gotta make a deposit (Goddamn)
Found a bitch that I want at Follies (She bad)
All I know is I want it, I got it
I'm on smoke, this hash Moroccan (Moroccan)
I go hard in the paint, I'm Giannis
If he bleed, he don't scare nun
Make it rain, that shit make her cum
Popped a sill, I'm ready to rock
I feel everything, I'm way too high
Way too high, way too high
Way too much ra-ra-ra
Way too much yappin', quit the talk and bring me ooh-la-la
Bring me to all the funds
That's all I fuckin' want
I understand that that's yo' mans', but I can't dap a punk
Dick done got her weak
Sweet like summer heat (Uh-huh)
Bad bitch too odee
Geeked, I'm boutta be
I'm off the molly water
When I'm in California
My niggas round the corner
Ready to pop up on ya, aye
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Writer(s): Obai Ismail
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