First Impressions

I miss my dawgs
I miss my goons
I miss my shooters

Hop in the coup
So exotic
Hop on the roof
Then we dive in
So much fun
It's so exciting
All my goons
They be riding for me
Lil shawty wet
Lil shawty wylin
I got all your friends
They be crying
Hit me on my trap phone
Dropped my last phone
Miss your phone number
I got your phone number
Hop in the coup
So exotic
Hop on the roof
Then we dive in
So much fun
It's so exciting
All my goons
They be riding for me
Lil shawty wet
Lil shawty wylin
All your friends on my line and they be crying
All my niggas got my back coz they be lying
All these bitches on my line
They be crying

I had a dream
I had a dream with a jeweler
I had a beam
Was pulling repping my shooters
I had a test
But ended up fucking my tutor
I reckon she next
She reckon that I'm gonna lose her
I had a dream
That I had a jeweler
My diamonds would gleam
I had a cooler
I miss my dawgs
I got chefs in the kitchen
I got bitches on my dick and
They trynna book me for the weekend
I swear that I'm cooler
She reckon I knew her
Texting my tutor
I won't try to woo her
Please
I lost her number
I won't try to call her
Maybe I'm lying
Or maybe you wylin
Please
First impressions
I ain't gotta make em
Why you stressing
She the one who texting me
Bitch, you reckon, that she just want a piece of me
I ain't lying, lil shawty fucking with the team
First impressions
I ain't gotta make em please
Why you stressing
She the one who texting me
Bitch, you reckon, that she just want a piece of me
I ain't lying, lil shawty fucking with the team

Hop in the coup
So exotic
Hop on the roof
Then we dive in
So much fun
It's so exciting
All my goons
They be riding for me
Lil shawty wet
Lil shawty wylin
I got all your friends
They be crying
Hit me on my trap phone
Dropped my last phone
Miss your phone number
I got your phone number
Hop in the coup
So exotic
Hop on the roof
Then we dive in
So much fun
It's so exciting
All my goons
They be riding for me
Lil shawty wet
Lil shawty wylin
All your friends on my line and they be crying
All my niggas got my back coz they be lying
All these bitches on my line
They be crying

First impressions
I ain't gotta make em
Why you stressing
She the one who texting me
Bitch, you reckon, that she just want a piece of me
I ain't lying, lil shawty fucking with the team



Credits
Writer(s): Twamvula Tapela
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