[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
Just like Treach, and Vinnie by nature I'm naughty baby
Turn down for what? It's time for the afterparty baby
It's a quarter past three, so what we doing baby?
Shake ya homegirls, it's time to lose em baby
Porsche Carerra, top down, we cruising baby
Got that Donell Jones playin', yeah we groovy baby
Me and yo man, don't compare so don't confuse me baby
He the trailer, and I'm the actual movie baby
And I can't even front, I ain't gon' lie
Don't judge me girl, but I'm gon 'try
And after all of this champagne, you probably taste like warm pie
You probably go to sleep stressed out
You probably really get stretched out
And I ain't talkin bout ya next [?]
From the shower as soon as you step out
Never been a minuteman, nor a one rounder
Every stroke I'm aimin' deep, and tryna make ya scream louder
Beat it up, knock that pussy out the park, you know I'm bout that
I ain't tryna play no games, I'm tryna fuck the soul out you, what's up
[Chorus: Donell Jones]
It's a quarter past three
Girl, what's it gonna be
Shorty got her eyes on me
We've been talking since two
Girl, what you gonna do
Tell 'em that you're riding with me
Just like Treach, and Vinnie by nature I'm naughty baby
Turn down for what? It's time for the afterparty baby
It's a quarter past three, so what we doing baby?
Shake ya homegirls, it's time to lose em baby
Porsche Carerra, top down, we cruising baby
Got that Donell Jones playin', yeah we groovy baby
Me and yo man, don't compare so don't confuse me baby
He the trailer, and I'm the actual movie baby
And I can't even front, I ain't gon' lie
Don't judge me girl, but I'm gon 'try
And after all of this champagne, you probably taste like warm pie
You probably go to sleep stressed out
You probably really get stretched out
And I ain't talkin bout ya next [?]
From the shower as soon as you step out
Never been a minuteman, nor a one rounder
Every stroke I'm aimin' deep, and tryna make ya scream louder
Beat it up, knock that pussy out the park, you know I'm bout that
I ain't tryna play no games, I'm tryna fuck the soul out you, what's up
[Chorus: Donell Jones]
It's a quarter past three
Girl, what's it gonna be
Shorty got her eyes on me
We've been talking since two
Girl, what you gonna do
Tell 'em that you're riding with me
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