Private Room J.P.

[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(A-Lau on the beat)
(Hardheaded, baby)

[Chorus]
You're my private room (Oh, woah)
You, me, no one comes between
Girl, when I'm on you, yeah, I won't go
Ooh, woah
What's your intentions? 'Cause I'm tryna fuck (Ayy)
I heard thots get freaky 'round here, show me what's up (Woah)
Bitch slurp me, I'm gone (Woah, yeah, ayy)
You the type to be secluded, so I got you a private room (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Or you can come to my place (Come to my place)
You said you like a high taste
Sippin' you like Hi-Tech (Woah)
'Cause I don't sip the Hi-Tech
But I'm tryna bite that
Fuck a drink, I'ma sip on you
Call your friends, I'm bringing the crew
Girl, just come over
And some bougie bitches, they pulled up in Rovers
Hey, bae, I ain't off no drink, I'm like this when I'm sober (Ayy)
She a pretty caramel skin, I call her Lola (Ayy)
What happens happens, no holdin' back