Put on my jewelry I'm feelin' like Tyson Fury Took off my watch and I instantly got hot
I'm a hustler, product is from my pops Hate to see you win, so they turn you into an op
Left him in the dust, I tried to pick him up Like a F-150, Cho built this Ford tough
Truth of the matter is I ain't pickin' him up I'm the last show nuff, your glow ain't strong enough
A Van Gogh, just give me a paintbrush I'll show you some hoe niggas, I promise you it ain't us
With all this ice, I need me a Stanley Cup Panty dropper how ironic, she pullin' her panties up
With no motion, view fuzzy, lack focus On the block, still visions of bein' La Cosa Nostra
See me and my Gucci doin' my one-two-we Got her matchin' shoes, ooh, we makin' this up a movie
Might as well that we could put it up on Tubi Back that thing up as long as you ain't a juvie
Brown skin and the fact that you kinda bougie Do a lil' somethin' to me to see that you ain't a groupie
With the rollie on, bout to turn some Boldy on Hit different when you play jazz and they can sing along
Smooth jazz, put her foot on the dash I'm rubbin' her inner thigh, she look at me and she laugh
She said she down for whatever, just don't want me to crash I said this car can drive itself, you see that thing on the dash
She asked was I bein' petty, was that a personal jab? Address added, we can finish our lil' task
Sweet lil' lady in your Mercedes Militant & discipline, fact that you in the Navy
You look fit, real equipped, love your posture You a Scorpio, close enough, cause I love lobster
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Put on my jewelry I'm feelin' like Tyson Fury Took off my watch and I instantly got hot
I'm a hustler, product is from my pops Hate to see you win, so they turn you into an op
Left him in the dust, I tried to pick him up Like a F-150, Cho built this Ford tough
Truth of the matter is I ain't pickin' him up I'm the last show nuff, your glow ain't strong enough
A Van Gogh, just give me a paintbrush I'll show you some hoe niggas, I promise you it ain't us
With all this ice, I need me a Stanley Cup Panty dropper how ironic, she pullin' her panties up
With no motion, view fuzzy, lack focus On the block, still visions of bein' La Cosa Nostra
See me and my Gucci doin' my one-two-we Got her matchin' shoes, ooh, we makin' this up a movie
Might as well that we could put it up on Tubi Back that thing up as long as you ain't a juvie
Brown skin and the fact that you kinda bougie Do a lil' somethin' to me to see that you ain't a groupie
With the rollie on, bout to turn some Boldy on Hit different when you play jazz and they can sing along
Smooth jazz, put her foot on the dash I'm rubbin' her inner thigh, she look at me and she laugh
She said she down for whatever, just don't want me to crash I said this car can drive itself, you see that thing on the dash
She asked was I bein' petty, was that a personal jab? Address added, we can finish our lil' task
Sweet lil' lady in your Mercedes Militant & discipline, fact that you in the Navy
You look fit, real equipped, love your posture You a Scorpio, close enough, cause I love lobster
I'm a hustler, product is from my pops Hate to see you win, so they turn you into an op
Left him in the dust, I tried to pick him up Like a F-150, Cho built this Ford tough
Truth of the matter is I ain't pickin' him up I'm the last show nuff, your glow ain't strong enough
A Van Gogh, just give me a paintbrush I'll show you some hoe niggas, I promise you it ain't us
With all this ice, I need me a Stanley Cup Panty dropper how ironic, she pullin' her panties up
With no motion, view fuzzy, lack focus On the block, still visions of bein' La Cosa Nostra
See me and my Gucci doin' my one-two-we Got her matchin' shoes, ooh, we makin' this up a movie
Might as well that we could put it up on Tubi Back that thing up as long as you ain't a juvie
Brown skin and the fact that you kinda bougie Do a lil' somethin' to me to see that you ain't a groupie
With the rollie on, bout to turn some Boldy on Hit different when you play jazz and they can sing along
Smooth jazz, put her foot on the dash I'm rubbin' her inner thigh, she look at me and she laugh
She said she down for whatever, just don't want me to crash I said this car can drive itself, you see that thing on the dash
She asked was I bein' petty, was that a personal jab? Address added, we can finish our lil' task
Sweet lil' lady in your Mercedes Militant & discipline, fact that you in the Navy
You look fit, real equipped, love your posture You a Scorpio, close enough, cause I love lobster
Writer: Gerald Cooper
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