Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Oh boy, yeah
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Boy, yeah
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Oh boy, yeah
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Boy, yeah
(Uh huh)
I bet they told you I'm the truth and I know how to drive a stick,
Bet they told you I get litty off the liq,
Bet they told you I'm a freak and I get nasty
Do Pilates on the dick,
Bet they told you she so fine that every nigga wanna hit
So quit telling your friends you just wanted a feature
I know you want more than a feature
Not new to it baby, they all into meka
Breaking the ice hi nice to meet ya,
You shooting your shot or just watch from the bleachers
Think about what you woulda, Coulda
What DeAngelo meant by brown sugar
Body looking like brown sugar
Your initial intent was to f*ck me right
You probably can't even f*ck me right
Or you gone f*ck me real good then duck me right
Attitude messed up like he ain't f*cking me right
But you a lot different from the men I like
I was always into the gangster type
Hood dreams of being a gangster's wife
That drug money yea that gangster life
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Oh boy, yeah
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Boy, yeah
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Oh boy, yeah
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Boy, yeah
He wanna, lick lick lick lick me
From my head to my toes (Like how ya) suck on that pussy drive me outta control
Well it (Uh) started in the DM, liked a couple pics then we met up in the PM
Body full of tatts bitch you know I had to see him
Tell me if you like that big body bitch like a Colosseum (Whoa)
(What he say)
I know you miss the nights like that, girl like it how you walk like that
(He said what)
I know you miss the nights like that, girl
I'm in love with how you walk walk (Uh)
Booty gotta lil jiggle, Say he got the money, Baby Come And spend a little
Oh You want the skittles dittle
Baby lick the middle sucking on that f*ckin peanut we ain't talking bout no brittle
(Uh) Wait this is only date 2
Mira Wang ain't the kinda bitch you used to
Typa bitch that make em
Wait for it, make me pay for it
Make em run for it, make me jump for it
Bust a gun for it whoa
Slow ya roll baby
Too much of this love and it's sure to drive you crazy Bottles of dat bub
Now I Gotcha feeling lazy
Wang and jenn w the pen
Drive ya main thang crazy
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Oh boy, yeah
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Boy, yeah
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Oh boy, yeah
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Boy, yeah