Kori E. - Confessions of a Loverboi

Anytime

Ridin' round the city with a tree piece
Shawty got that water
Goddamn, I call her Fiji
Pretty in the face
Bad gyal look like RiRi
Baby call my phone if you really gon' need me

Got me blownin' up your celli
Lookin' for that repeat
Lookin' like a three-peat
'Cause shawty freaky deaky
When you see this ice all on my body
Know it's VVS
Fly you out to Paris
Sneaky links to Santorini

Dip you in that Dolce Gabbana, Gucci, Fendi, Louis and Prada
When you with me
You ain't worried about nada
Got them crazy Jamaicans in the back
Top shotta
Shit I never got that thing on me
I don't gotta

Might wanna hop on my wave
I drip harder
Play the game
Not harder
Make some moves
Yeah smarter
Got this pretty brown skin thing
Yeah she call me Poppa
She say go lil daddy
Got the baddest lil baddie

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Writer(s): Kyla Allen
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