Ain’t no ain’t no flashing lights Wait, pedal to the Flo I’m gasssin it right Aye pressure in paper gassin it right All I care is bout that paper cash in tonight She throwing it back on me and im catching it right She asking for my homie but he absent tonight
I don’t know what to do with you You bad down to your cuticles Pussy like pharmaceuticals I’m going deep like barnacles Got you nude like carnivals My dick is always hard for you Put it deep I’m part of you Let us keep it honorable
You ain’t left town in a while all your friends boring they ain’t like we Suites by the Zino , 1980 vino what’s your favorite kinda cheese I been fucking with you since your G1 used to have u back inside the Kia Dats way back when we had friends that we didn’t knew would leave Fuck it c’est la vie
Lights camera action You hit the spot phones start flashin You a baddie since classes Old school shordie you my classic You been mine but I share with the world Like “do what you prefer” Fur or a purse You keep actin like you could fix me like bitch you ain’t a nurse Yeah I said bitch I got nerves Ousside never nervous Black Tints on the suburban You could link when you done working ain’t been with a nigga like me Never seen those typa car , push start they don’t come with a key
