Lyrics:
(Ride in a Tesla
Boy you in a Honda
You gotta dress to impress her
Big Benz keys next to my stick on the dresser
I ain’t foldin' to no pressure)
Ride
girls can’t best her
Yes sir that's my Esther
Not a lot of things impress her
Yes sir that’s my Esther
A lot of good girls can’t best her
Yes sir that's
back
Colours getting darker as I put another one back
Lots of nights out
Trying to impress
People I don't care for
In an effort to undress
Lots of nights
Room service, no room service
That's true
(Service, service)
(Service, service)
(Baby, that's the truth)
Those expensive things
Won't impress me
I'll
typhoon
Wake up in the morning feelin' like shit (Like shit)
Dress to impress on some hype shit (Hype shit)
Roll a couple blunts for a light hit (Light hit)
different, we're different
Who are we trying to impress, let me impress ya
Changing our ways
Although we're blessed
Thinking to hard to change won't make you
If you're trying to impress
Like implant Brest
Out side tidy
Inside a mess
If fuck me, do it well, hot as hell
Run got tell, D's out his shell
Head
Who you know fresh like this
Roll out of bed dressed to impress like this
Who you know fresh like this
Nappy headed but still ahead the rest like
I meet you at Park La Brea
To see all the beautiful people
With their meetings
And their records
Well that don't impress me
No it don't
no
Why do you want to win me, when you've already won her now
Say you're comfortable with me, but need to impress her so bad
Why do you want me, when
Dressed like I be looking to impress
Yes
This is LHF go tell your friends, can you come well that depends, let me see that body bend
Come on, come on, come
a demon
Bout to impress
Need a lil time
I need lessons with a lil vibe
Bout to impress
Need a lil time
I need lessons with a lil vibe
Bout to impress
Need
Who you trying impress
Plenty of time but no progress
Who you trying to impress
You act as if it's a contest
You never gave a shit about our
hood bitch to ah house bitch
Ten bands I made that shit last week
Bitch what can you do to impress me
If you don't pop pills why ask me
Bitch I pop perks
a queen on my lap trynna impress me
NBA or the MLB how I ball on these bitches, you ain't in my league
Nigga I don't pillow talk I'ma let the scrilla talk,
Ain't impress me
Get up out my face
You just ain't impressive
You cannot press me
Huh get that Gucci out my face you know it don't impress me
I stay
me
None of these bozos gonna press me
None of you bitches impress me
Now your homegirl wanna text me
I don't trust none of you bitches
It's all
to taste your lips
And hear my name
Just take me by the hand
Show me you're my man
No need to buy me things to show off or impress me
Just need your tender
Your bone structure won't save you much
Your touch so clutched on my heart
And it'd never even start
To impress you
I just knew
It would not impress
my brain needs rest
Always thinking bout good reasons I shouldn't live my life just to impress
I feel my demons dying
I feel my angels flying
Yes I'm
Uh, yeah, uh
Hate less, love more
Fuck stress, laugh more
Progress, get score
Impress...
Pull up on a new site
Pull up where the mood right
Pull up
a chess board
What I gotta say to impress more, how do I impress ya'll, how can I impress
I ain't worried 'bout a mention, I don't need to attention
So many
a dummy
Don't impress me I'm sorry
I don't see nobody who gon stop me
I've been trying to get this money
Don't be acting like you're funny
You don't even
the Lady "Could I get a minute?"
If you asked a brother he was catching feeling
if you saw the shawty she so appealing
Couldn't impress if I dropped
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