Ahh Shit Jeremih (Ft. Fabolous)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Ahh shit, ahh shit, ahh shit
Nigga feeling good, she did
Dammit, I should, alright
Now we finna blow, green lights
And this is goin' down like

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Yolo, yo, ho, on that, for sure
Bet that shawty wet, I'm rocking her row boat
Heard she like it going deep
May I take a photo?
No referees up in the ring
Yeah, I prefer them low blows
Her shit pop, paw paw, four-four
I cuff her ass, I'm no cop, but she call me Robo
Never had a four loco, never had a four loco
But Wayno pour me up a four I'm leaning like a cholo
Gone man, gone man, even on my own, man
You kid, I'm a type of grown man
You rent, I'm a type of own man
Your girlfriend o-on me, swear he don't know, man
Now I'm all in her shit, now like bro, man
Now tell me how many licks does it take to
Break her, put her to sleep? And 'bout time that she wake up
I'm fresh of a flight from the heat to the Lakers
And still on a high off these trees from Jamaica