Don’t (Freestyle) Cash Sinatra (Ft. Bryson Tiller)

What it look like.. Shorty how you feelin
Ass to the flo', pedicures to ceilin
It's like.. I be the connoisseur of ya feelings
Don't stop till you finished
Omnivore when I'm in it
Now.. Put ya palms on the floor while I'm in it
Legs stand straight don't move don't pivot
I stay in that spot when I'm feelin her shiver
Shots to ya cervix like shots to ya liver
Wow.. Shots of the liquor
She flinch like a shot when I lick her
Feel gold when I'm in her
Call her my kicker
She a champagne sipper I'm a Cognac killer (Wooo !)
Real Coon Life shit
Crack a bottle, Henny sex is a cool night shift
Hol up.. Lemme snooze right quick
Take a nap then I'm back let the booze write this
Brown liquor for a brown nigga
She said its goin up.. Shit & I'm down witchya
The song switch is how the pound differ
She said if you goin down in goin down witchya

So I guess I'm Jack in the Titanic
Instead you extra loyal so you comin down with me
I can dig that..