95
Oh please for the one time you hold me down But I know drown
I mean you hold a nigga up like the sun could get a better view
You make me ready for kids
I'm leaning on pulling or keeping it in
It is what it is it is what it is
Asking me what life like I'm replying like oooo ahh
I just wanna celebrate party at a cool spot
Body let me delegate monopolize while Cabernet is sliding in your system
Blame it on the liquor
I'm finna say what it is hop in the whip and we dip
Going 95 to the crib
Your body calling me your body calling me
I'm finna say what it is hop in the whip and we dip
Going 95 to the crib
Your body calling me your body calling me
Salmonella the niggas be feeding you
I'm running the pussy superior
Finessing and dabbing squeeze in a napkin you blew my nose.
Misery so familiar oowee it's kin to me
Sin with me for twice a week hold me down vice versa
We ain't perfect We ain't perfect we just learning
We ain't perfect we ain't perfect never no
No codeine no activus can't slow down must fasten up
Progressive forever made some endeavors I made some endeavors but I want it bad
Chicken dinner with the love of my life
Plot to expose going for broke
Trust never broke only cut
Clean bout bout once a week
Clean freak brown gizzabell
Oh she fine but she gimme hell
Oh she fine but she gimme hell
Fuck her raw and I fucker bare
When I was 22 had a girl stuck to my hip like hoola hoop
Catastrophes and the tragedies cuz we knew an end it was coming soon
Wanna take a flight to the moon
I do cuz I had to separate myself to get it all together
I had to separate myself to get it all together
I'm finna say what it is hop in the whip and we dip
Going 95 to the crib
Your body calling me your body calling me
Oh please for the one time you hold me down But I know drown
I mean you hold a nigga up like the sun could get a better view
You make me ready for kids
You make me ready for kids
You make me ready for kids
Blame it one the liquor
Blame it on the liquor
Eat yo gristle to the bone
See you curl your toes
Feel that breathe when you Moan
You make ready for kids
Fuck it it is what it is .
Blame it on the liquor
I mean you hold a nigga up like the sun could get a better view
You make me ready for kids
I'm leaning on pulling or keeping it in
It is what it is it is what it is
Asking me what life like I'm replying like oooo ahh
I just wanna celebrate party at a cool spot
Body let me delegate monopolize while Cabernet is sliding in your system
Blame it on the liquor
I'm finna say what it is hop in the whip and we dip
Going 95 to the crib
Your body calling me your body calling me
I'm finna say what it is hop in the whip and we dip
Going 95 to the crib
Your body calling me your body calling me
Salmonella the niggas be feeding you
I'm running the pussy superior
Finessing and dabbing squeeze in a napkin you blew my nose.
Misery so familiar oowee it's kin to me
Sin with me for twice a week hold me down vice versa
We ain't perfect We ain't perfect we just learning
We ain't perfect we ain't perfect never no
No codeine no activus can't slow down must fasten up
Progressive forever made some endeavors I made some endeavors but I want it bad
Chicken dinner with the love of my life
Plot to expose going for broke
Trust never broke only cut
Clean bout bout once a week
Clean freak brown gizzabell
Oh she fine but she gimme hell
Oh she fine but she gimme hell
Fuck her raw and I fucker bare
When I was 22 had a girl stuck to my hip like hoola hoop
Catastrophes and the tragedies cuz we knew an end it was coming soon
Wanna take a flight to the moon
I do cuz I had to separate myself to get it all together
I had to separate myself to get it all together
I'm finna say what it is hop in the whip and we dip
Going 95 to the crib
Your body calling me your body calling me
Oh please for the one time you hold me down But I know drown
I mean you hold a nigga up like the sun could get a better view
You make me ready for kids
You make me ready for kids
You make me ready for kids
Blame it one the liquor
Blame it on the liquor
Eat yo gristle to the bone
See you curl your toes
Feel that breathe when you Moan
You make ready for kids
Fuck it it is what it is .
Blame it on the liquor
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