Interact (feat. Toosii)
Her kitty, she stingy with it she don't give it up
And she only do them bosses in them Benzy trucks
Woah, she like the red in my interior
And I don't like borin', better lick it up
She don't wanna lay on her back
She like that rough, hmm, pull on her tracks
And all that freaky deaky shit, she into that
Get that Henny in our system and then we interact
Yeah, have you ever got your legs lifted up?
Have you ever got your body picked up, hmm?
I give her backshots and then I kiss her
Before you post your ass you better thank me, you got thicker
Baby, let me take you to New Apollos
Yeah, this that four boy shit, this that four boy shit
And let me show you my Monte Carlos
Yeah, this that four boy shit, this that four boy shit
I put the R in a real nigga
P, pockets gettin' bigger
Come from the streets cherish my jewelry
I was just playin' with glitter
She never came and I told her that you need a real nigga
Who gone put it in you, keep it confidential
Fuckin' more than one time, fuckin' more than twice
Fuckin' more than three rounds, we can go all night
Baby, you bounce it off the rebound, got me bussin' twice
The nigga toxic, gotta stop it, damn this dick be changin' lives
Her kitty, she stingy with it she don't give it up
And she only do them bosses in them Benzy trucks
Woah, she like the red in my interior
And I don't like borin', better lick it up
She don't wanna lay on her back
She like that rough, hmm, pull on her tracks
And all that freaky deaky shit, she into that
Get that Henny in our system and then we interact
She from New York and we met at New Apollos
How the fuck is we gon' fuck, if you don't suck and you don't swallow?
I got Patron and 1942, you just want the bottle
And she say she want white rocks, she don't want gelatto
And I'm like better than her ex, like [?]
That's my New York bae
Where part you from, are you like 2Pac Bay?
Genius move in silence, so I catch a nigga [?]
And you ain't never had your legs up, I won't bring you pain
Stripes like Adidas, that's my honey,
'cause she gon' fuck with this when she hear it
Feel like we soul tied now just 'cause I feel it in the spirit
I feel a spirit in me, [?] in me
Every time I talk it sound money and she like that, uh
I'ma put her face in the pillow, tell her, "Don't fight that"
She say she mad at me but she be comin' right back
She real I might have to wife that
I ain't gotta act hard I'll put a pipe right where my pipe at
I ain't bring her alive, yeah, they gettin' rich, I just pipe that
And she only do them bosses in them Benzy trucks
Woah, she like the red in my interior
And I don't like borin', better lick it up
She don't wanna lay on her back
She like that rough, hmm, pull on her tracks
And all that freaky deaky shit, she into that
Get that Henny in our system and then we interact
Yeah, have you ever got your legs lifted up?
Have you ever got your body picked up, hmm?
I give her backshots and then I kiss her
Before you post your ass you better thank me, you got thicker
Baby, let me take you to New Apollos
Yeah, this that four boy shit, this that four boy shit
And let me show you my Monte Carlos
Yeah, this that four boy shit, this that four boy shit
I put the R in a real nigga
P, pockets gettin' bigger
Come from the streets cherish my jewelry
I was just playin' with glitter
She never came and I told her that you need a real nigga
Who gone put it in you, keep it confidential
Fuckin' more than one time, fuckin' more than twice
Fuckin' more than three rounds, we can go all night
Baby, you bounce it off the rebound, got me bussin' twice
The nigga toxic, gotta stop it, damn this dick be changin' lives
Her kitty, she stingy with it she don't give it up
And she only do them bosses in them Benzy trucks
Woah, she like the red in my interior
And I don't like borin', better lick it up
She don't wanna lay on her back
She like that rough, hmm, pull on her tracks
And all that freaky deaky shit, she into that
Get that Henny in our system and then we interact
She from New York and we met at New Apollos
How the fuck is we gon' fuck, if you don't suck and you don't swallow?
I got Patron and 1942, you just want the bottle
And she say she want white rocks, she don't want gelatto
And I'm like better than her ex, like [?]
That's my New York bae
Where part you from, are you like 2Pac Bay?
Genius move in silence, so I catch a nigga [?]
And you ain't never had your legs up, I won't bring you pain
Stripes like Adidas, that's my honey,
'cause she gon' fuck with this when she hear it
Feel like we soul tied now just 'cause I feel it in the spirit
I feel a spirit in me, [?] in me
Every time I talk it sound money and she like that, uh
I'ma put her face in the pillow, tell her, "Don't fight that"
She say she mad at me but she be comin' right back
She real I might have to wife that
I ain't gotta act hard I'll put a pipe right where my pipe at
I ain't bring her alive, yeah, they gettin' rich, I just pipe that
Credits
Writer(s): Rick Lapple, Emile Holemans
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