Keys
Yo hickey got the keys, tat it on my chest so you can see
Girl you're fine to ride with me, slide on me
Bet I bought the wine and got the weed
That I heard you like apparently, what more could you need
We might get a little frisky, said the wine got us feelin little risky, little tipsy
Damn I see the sun I gotta leave
She ain't even give the space to breathe tho, pull me back and reload
Hit it wit a combo she buckin just like a bronco
Mombo No. 5 in the bed and I got the control
She dont let me leave so I'm banging it like a bongo
Afterwards I'm rollin my weed up inside a fronto
I aint really bout a chick that kiss and tell, no
That shallow shit it really do not play me well, bro
What come around it goes around just like a carousel, yo
Think before you move before you end up raising hell
Fuck around at the party, I'm never early im tardy
Yeah when I show up I show up, oh for the fashion, ain't sorry
I'm drinkin water Dasani, the flow is off like bugatti
Oh please dont copy my style this shit is more than a hobby
I know and you love it, yeah yeah
I got it they doesn't, yeah yeah
I'm runnin the pluggin, yeah yeah
So girl are you comin? Yeah yeah
Hickey got the keys, tat it on my chest so you can see
Girl you're fine to ride with me, slide on me
Bet I bought the wine and got the weed
That I heard you like apparently, what more could you need
We might get a little frisky, said the wine got us feelin little risky, little tipsy
Damn I see the sun I gotta leave
She ain't even give the space to breathe tho, pull me back and reload
I can't stop til the wheels fall off
Know that I cant get got, get got yo
Smoke pour out with the windows dropped
And Music all the way to the top, to the top
Whippin clean and dirty at the same damn time
No hot boy shit to get caught, get caught
Lookin so fly might be getting watched by the ops
Damn someone better get a snapshot, oh my god yo
I can't stop til the wheels fall off
Know that I cant get got, get got yo
Smoke pour out with the windows dropped
And the music all the way to the top, to the top
Whippin clean and dirty at the same damn time
No hot boy shit to get caught, get caught
Lookin so fly, might be getting watched by the ops
Damn someone better get a snapshot, oh my god yo
Girl you're fine to ride with me, slide on me
Bet I bought the wine and got the weed
That I heard you like apparently, what more could you need
We might get a little frisky, said the wine got us feelin little risky, little tipsy
Damn I see the sun I gotta leave
She ain't even give the space to breathe tho, pull me back and reload
Hit it wit a combo she buckin just like a bronco
Mombo No. 5 in the bed and I got the control
She dont let me leave so I'm banging it like a bongo
Afterwards I'm rollin my weed up inside a fronto
I aint really bout a chick that kiss and tell, no
That shallow shit it really do not play me well, bro
What come around it goes around just like a carousel, yo
Think before you move before you end up raising hell
Fuck around at the party, I'm never early im tardy
Yeah when I show up I show up, oh for the fashion, ain't sorry
I'm drinkin water Dasani, the flow is off like bugatti
Oh please dont copy my style this shit is more than a hobby
I know and you love it, yeah yeah
I got it they doesn't, yeah yeah
I'm runnin the pluggin, yeah yeah
So girl are you comin? Yeah yeah
Hickey got the keys, tat it on my chest so you can see
Girl you're fine to ride with me, slide on me
Bet I bought the wine and got the weed
That I heard you like apparently, what more could you need
We might get a little frisky, said the wine got us feelin little risky, little tipsy
Damn I see the sun I gotta leave
She ain't even give the space to breathe tho, pull me back and reload
I can't stop til the wheels fall off
Know that I cant get got, get got yo
Smoke pour out with the windows dropped
And Music all the way to the top, to the top
Whippin clean and dirty at the same damn time
No hot boy shit to get caught, get caught
Lookin so fly might be getting watched by the ops
Damn someone better get a snapshot, oh my god yo
I can't stop til the wheels fall off
Know that I cant get got, get got yo
Smoke pour out with the windows dropped
And the music all the way to the top, to the top
Whippin clean and dirty at the same damn time
No hot boy shit to get caught, get caught
Lookin so fly, might be getting watched by the ops
Damn someone better get a snapshot, oh my god yo
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Hickey
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