Yeah, she got that whip appeal Stuntin' eyes, long hair, all natural
Definition of a baddie and she know it Whip appeal, she killin' on the real
Lil' mama pressure, she don't have the extras I like it, I approached her with my A-game
I told her, don't be feisty, I ain't like them other guys that's Shiesty
I'm Mr. Nice, she Mrs. Right, this about to be a good night
Sit back, enjoy the ride, this is our first date
So I can't be late, dinner and wine Girl, you is mighty fine grade a
All she want is time, which I'm cool with I'm sick of the money, hungry women askin
Like, dead ass, get to know me Instead of checkin' for my finance
You gotta keep it movin', I ain't no meal ticket
Girl, bye for the independent ladies that's on that grown type of shit
It turn me on, go shorty, go Your attitude is sassy, your wardrobe is classy
In the bed, she nasty, she nasty, I love that You don't have to come off like a slut
You got morals, I respect that Never judge a book by it's cover
Your ambition hits different It's more than your looks
I see you wanna be comfortable in life, shit Now you got your hair wrapped tight
A future is better than a quick nut Women say men always visual weak
Not at all, I just want what your heart got to offer
You can have a nice body with no common sense That ain't no good to me
When you can't motivate and push a person in the right direction
Havin' each other's back is a major turn on for me
50-50, we'll take this far May God bless us on our journey
And I love this whip appeal, Dilly
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Yeah, she got that whip appeal Stuntin' eyes, long hair, all natural
Definition of a baddie and she know it Whip appeal, she killin' on the real
Lil' mama pressure, she don't have the extras I like it, I approached her with my A-game
I told her, don't be feisty, I ain't like them other guys that's Shiesty
I'm Mr. Nice, she Mrs. Right, this about to be a good night
Sit back, enjoy the ride, this is our first date
So I can't be late, dinner and wine Girl, you is mighty fine grade a
All she want is time, which I'm cool with I'm sick of the money, hungry women askin
Like, dead ass, get to know me Instead of checkin' for my finance
You gotta keep it movin', I ain't no meal ticket
Girl, bye for the independent ladies that's on that grown type of shit
It turn me on, go shorty, go Your attitude is sassy, your wardrobe is classy
In the bed, she nasty, she nasty, I love that You don't have to come off like a slut
You got morals, I respect that Never judge a book by it's cover
Your ambition hits different It's more than your looks
I see you wanna be comfortable in life, shit Now you got your hair wrapped tight
A future is better than a quick nut Women say men always visual weak
Not at all, I just want what your heart got to offer
You can have a nice body with no common sense That ain't no good to me
When you can't motivate and push a person in the right direction
Havin' each other's back is a major turn on for me
50-50, we'll take this far May God bless us on our journey
And I love this whip appeal, Dilly
Definition of a baddie and she know it Whip appeal, she killin' on the real
Lil' mama pressure, she don't have the extras I like it, I approached her with my A-game
I told her, don't be feisty, I ain't like them other guys that's Shiesty
I'm Mr. Nice, she Mrs. Right, this about to be a good night
Sit back, enjoy the ride, this is our first date
So I can't be late, dinner and wine Girl, you is mighty fine grade a
All she want is time, which I'm cool with I'm sick of the money, hungry women askin
Like, dead ass, get to know me Instead of checkin' for my finance
You gotta keep it movin', I ain't no meal ticket
Girl, bye for the independent ladies that's on that grown type of shit
It turn me on, go shorty, go Your attitude is sassy, your wardrobe is classy
In the bed, she nasty, she nasty, I love that You don't have to come off like a slut
You got morals, I respect that Never judge a book by it's cover
Your ambition hits different It's more than your looks
I see you wanna be comfortable in life, shit Now you got your hair wrapped tight
A future is better than a quick nut Women say men always visual weak
Not at all, I just want what your heart got to offer
You can have a nice body with no common sense That ain't no good to me
When you can't motivate and push a person in the right direction
Havin' each other's back is a major turn on for me
50-50, we'll take this far May God bless us on our journey
And I love this whip appeal, Dilly
Writer: Jerome Manuel
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