Uber Confessions

Gas on E, got the drop on me
How she top on me
Last call, please get some shots on me
Get the drop for me
Look how she drop
Look how she top, whoa

She ran up on me in that Lululemon
Put in overtime, she a nine to seven
Knock her down I go nine eleven
Upside down like she know Eleven
Carpaccio and some wine at seven
With the angle hair, sauce drip at Seven
Booty sit, my fuck, how that booty sit
My fucking heavens
Lose all control, we've been here before
Start ripping off clothes
We didn't even make it home
Caught a nut in the Uber
Five star in the Uber, go hard in the Uber

Gas on E, got the drop on me
How she top on me
Last call, please get some shots on me
Get the drop for me
Look how she drop
Look how she top, whoa

Just left her friends, probably link up later
Either way she'll get it
If it's now, or later
She slid right over started going at it
Then she started grabbing
Then she started riding
Acting like we lapping
Nah nah nah nah quit the acting yea
Think we too lit,
She was like bae, leave a big tip
Crossed fingers, hoping, praying that'll fix it
I mean you kind of took advantage of me
Look at what you did here, Goddamn
She said we about to fight
We about to fight by the end of the night
Thinking I'm playing? Wait for tonight

Gas on E, got the drop on me
How she top on me
Last call, please get some shots on me
Get the drop for me
Look how she drop
Look how she top, whoa



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Writer(s): Cory Hollies
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