[Intro]
God damn, baby
ID, please
[Chorus]
Wonder will she stick around through the highs and lows?
Couple things I would like to know
Diamonds on me, I can't hide the glow
That's my brother whether right or wrong
Put that pussy on a flight to Rome
I found her pussy, couldn't find her soul
Ask my nigga, "What they grinding for?"
Asked myself, "What I'm riding for?"
I hit it once, going twice for sure
Buy her Rollies like it's Michael Kors
Diamonds on me, you can't find the flaws
Skywalker tryna find the force
If they ain't got it, then they eyes on yours
Her legs open, she ain't tryna talk
Sex, beer, when wе flyin' abroad
So pack your bags, we gon' fly tomorrow
[Verse 1]
So pad a duffel when wе leavin'
I give that good sex when she need it
And I'm 'bout to give her somethin' to believe in
I got her legs pointing to the ceiling
She got that tight, tight, so I ease in
And I be sky high when I'm leanin'
She got the right vibe, what I needed
She be my type for the evening
So we gon' run it up, 'cause we up now
Them hatin' niggas want my head down
I love my niggas 'cause they held me down
I made this shit, outta L-Town
I'm heaven sent, but I'm hell bound
My heart goes out to the jailhouse
If you ridin' wit' me, you can't bail out
We build this shit, they can't tear it down
God damn, baby
ID, please
[Chorus]
Wonder will she stick around through the highs and lows?
Couple things I would like to know
Diamonds on me, I can't hide the glow
That's my brother whether right or wrong
Put that pussy on a flight to Rome
I found her pussy, couldn't find her soul
Ask my nigga, "What they grinding for?"
Asked myself, "What I'm riding for?"
I hit it once, going twice for sure
Buy her Rollies like it's Michael Kors
Diamonds on me, you can't find the flaws
Skywalker tryna find the force
If they ain't got it, then they eyes on yours
Her legs open, she ain't tryna talk
Sex, beer, when wе flyin' abroad
So pack your bags, we gon' fly tomorrow
[Verse 1]
So pad a duffel when wе leavin'
I give that good sex when she need it
And I'm 'bout to give her somethin' to believe in
I got her legs pointing to the ceiling
She got that tight, tight, so I ease in
And I be sky high when I'm leanin'
She got the right vibe, what I needed
She be my type for the evening
So we gon' run it up, 'cause we up now
Them hatin' niggas want my head down
I love my niggas 'cause they held me down
I made this shit, outta L-Town
I'm heaven sent, but I'm hell bound
My heart goes out to the jailhouse
If you ridin' wit' me, you can't bail out
We build this shit, they can't tear it down
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