Lyrics:
don't want no smoke boy
No you don't want no smoke
So run along home boy
Run along home boy
Go and call your home boys
Go and call your boys
Eita
Let me
take a picture for me
I need a session
I need a session
Feelin' like Dwayne Johnson
I'm fightin' this pussy
Let's cafeine , bring to me
I'm sorry,
rockin' and swing
Sing, girl
Ooh, boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go (that's right)
Once I get my hands on you
(Love me, love me,
rockin' and swing
Sing, girl
Ooh, boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go (that's right)
Once I get my hands on you
(Love me, love me,
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
Ey
It's Friday night out club be jam packed
Me and my boys fresh now where the girls at
Drinks on ice looks of the chain
All the girls I'm passing by
(Shaggy)
Ooh boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
(That's right)
Once I get my hands on you
(Luv me, luv me, luv me sex machine)
Ooh boy, I
got a Bobby Boucher mind
Ya brain ain't do the proper healin'
Now go 'head
Tap my pockets like you did Goodz if you want
I'ma let you but what I'm a do
and replied, "Why yes
But I prefer the term African American Express"
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle,
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various women I'm swimming in like a shark
Hold up, that was the first one
Let me run it back and restart
Young
Yeah uh what yeah uh yeah
Yeah this is some nostalgic flows
This beat make me feel some type of way
Throwback let's go Tory
Tap in tap in tap in tap
and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it? Don't watch the clock
Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip my finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't
up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink
love, I throw the bait and they bite the hook
I holla at that boy Goo, my potnah puttin' me up on game
He let me know which girls are freaks
ON
Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance
While I'm laid back chilling in my be-boy stance
Could be a little pop locking if your girl's top droppin
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
chilling undercovers, sucking on me, woah
Ooh
Baby, let's take this slow
See how far we can go, just for tonight
She like how I move, I do this shit right,
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
on my knees
So my new girl, she black and Japanese (yeah, whoa, ay)
She's filling all of my needs (yeah, all of my needs)
(Yeah, let's go, Lil Uzi
ON
Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance
While I'm laid back chilling in my be-boy stance
Could be a little pop locking if your girl's top droppin
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