Arcade Dreams (feat. OG Caesar)
Party at mine tonight
It's time for the time of your life, well
And I know you already high but I got a little something that will make you feel nicer
Feel amazing. Don't it feel right
You was in a leop-print jumpsuit, I was trynna fuck by the end of the night, well
And it really ain't no thing
We gon' be better
And it really ain't no thing
It really ain't no thing
Yeah
I know your dad would be proud of you
How I know that? Cause I'm proud of you too
Niggas be snitching they giving a sketch
So we can't have em around where we rest
You say that I have the best advice
You said I should start taking my own
You addicted said I fuck you the best
Queen queen and my face is your throne
Red wine, that's for bed time and you spread your legs real slow
I'm drunk as well, kiss your inner thigh so you know it's really time to go
You just told me that you want a threesome, with a Spanish girl we don't know
Working girl but you a freak freak and your family don't even know
I'm just sayin' it's crazy these niggas ain't matchin' up
And I see em around they be actin tough
They the type to just talk and not back it up. I bend you over the table you back it up
Beat it up. Now you can't walk
But we got places to go
The party is really gon' start in an hour so hop in shower and Shawty let's go
Party at mine tonight
It's time for the time of your life
Well, and I know you already high but I got a little something that will make you feel nicer
Feel amazing. Don't it feel right
You was in a leop-print jumpsuit, I was trynna fuck by the end of the night, well
And it really ain't no thing
We gon be better
And it really ain't no thing
No
No
Stop
Drop. And roll
Texas Crib like Mexico
Cause he really got the blow
And we really got the drole
Spin her head like it's a bowl I pull her hair she heave she ho she tweak she roll
I never roll my own joints
You niggas talkin that bullshit for points
Wrap it up flip it ain't takin no pictures can't give em no evidence
I got cash in my pocket but that money dirty be perfectly honest it need a rinse
And they say life is a ride so I bought my whip with a tint
And they don't wanna see a young nigga win
She so wet think I'm boutta take a swim
She saying I'm trash but she love the bin
It's time for the time of your life, well
And I know you already high but I got a little something that will make you feel nicer
Feel amazing. Don't it feel right
You was in a leop-print jumpsuit, I was trynna fuck by the end of the night, well
And it really ain't no thing
We gon' be better
And it really ain't no thing
It really ain't no thing
Yeah
I know your dad would be proud of you
How I know that? Cause I'm proud of you too
Niggas be snitching they giving a sketch
So we can't have em around where we rest
You say that I have the best advice
You said I should start taking my own
You addicted said I fuck you the best
Queen queen and my face is your throne
Red wine, that's for bed time and you spread your legs real slow
I'm drunk as well, kiss your inner thigh so you know it's really time to go
You just told me that you want a threesome, with a Spanish girl we don't know
Working girl but you a freak freak and your family don't even know
I'm just sayin' it's crazy these niggas ain't matchin' up
And I see em around they be actin tough
They the type to just talk and not back it up. I bend you over the table you back it up
Beat it up. Now you can't walk
But we got places to go
The party is really gon' start in an hour so hop in shower and Shawty let's go
Party at mine tonight
It's time for the time of your life
Well, and I know you already high but I got a little something that will make you feel nicer
Feel amazing. Don't it feel right
You was in a leop-print jumpsuit, I was trynna fuck by the end of the night, well
And it really ain't no thing
We gon be better
And it really ain't no thing
No
No
Stop
Drop. And roll
Texas Crib like Mexico
Cause he really got the blow
And we really got the drole
Spin her head like it's a bowl I pull her hair she heave she ho she tweak she roll
I never roll my own joints
You niggas talkin that bullshit for points
Wrap it up flip it ain't takin no pictures can't give em no evidence
I got cash in my pocket but that money dirty be perfectly honest it need a rinse
And they say life is a ride so I bought my whip with a tint
And they don't wanna see a young nigga win
She so wet think I'm boutta take a swim
She saying I'm trash but she love the bin
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Jibowu
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