Sneaky Link Freestyle
You make me feel like the greatest
But you got that shit that's amazing
I wanna take you right out to the islands, the Caymans
Maybe we could videotape it
Put you in the latest
Cause you fuck me like you crazy, yeah
And the ice on me now got me shining where it's shaded
Lately, all the bad shorties wanna taste it
I was tryna fuck before you told me what your name is
Way you talk about me had me feeling like I'm famous
Gucci on the ring and the bracelet, dangerous
I roll one up I'ma face it
Just get high with me, fly with me, baby smoke it
Drive with me, ride on me, like it's stolen
I dive in that pussy like it's a ocean
And control it, the motion I'm on
1942 is the potion we on
Shit, I heard you got a man but I hope that he gone
And emotions are gone
Cause we don't need distraction when I'm focusing on, what I'm focusing on
You so fine in that chocolate dress
I wanna, pop that off, you know, pop the rest
And I got, hoes on me that's tryna fuck
But I want, you and you is all I want
And then I, told you sum' that fucked you up
I'm saying, you so bad I want the front
And so I, hit you from the back, switch sides
I need, you on me and you gone wild like
We get tired then we get fried
Off the, bomb ass weed we smoking fire
And you, you got swag you know you fly
In them, Royal ones you know you live, yeah
And I be pulling up just to talk shit
Black and yellow dunks like caution
You ain't tryna fuck well I step back, Harden
Know that shit pop, when I pop out to the party
I was off the Dusse, no I don't do Bacardi
I get too faded to be honest I be drawlin'
But you fire in the lingerie, that black shit
All you need is one time, you hooked, that crack shit
Said I love it how you do it you acrobatic
Yeah, hop up on this dick and do a backflip
Take you right into the crib and that's it
Time stopped 'cause the watch so froze
So don't let go
Oh my god baby he's so cold
I hit it on the low like, yeah I hit it in the low-light
Court side seats so I hit it on the floor right
You make me feel like the greatest
But you got that shit that's amazing
I wanna take you right out to the islands, the Caymans
Maybe we could videotape it
Put you in the-
But you got that shit that's amazing
I wanna take you right out to the islands, the Caymans
Maybe we could videotape it
Put you in the latest
Cause you fuck me like you crazy, yeah
And the ice on me now got me shining where it's shaded
Lately, all the bad shorties wanna taste it
I was tryna fuck before you told me what your name is
Way you talk about me had me feeling like I'm famous
Gucci on the ring and the bracelet, dangerous
I roll one up I'ma face it
Just get high with me, fly with me, baby smoke it
Drive with me, ride on me, like it's stolen
I dive in that pussy like it's a ocean
And control it, the motion I'm on
1942 is the potion we on
Shit, I heard you got a man but I hope that he gone
And emotions are gone
Cause we don't need distraction when I'm focusing on, what I'm focusing on
You so fine in that chocolate dress
I wanna, pop that off, you know, pop the rest
And I got, hoes on me that's tryna fuck
But I want, you and you is all I want
And then I, told you sum' that fucked you up
I'm saying, you so bad I want the front
And so I, hit you from the back, switch sides
I need, you on me and you gone wild like
We get tired then we get fried
Off the, bomb ass weed we smoking fire
And you, you got swag you know you fly
In them, Royal ones you know you live, yeah
And I be pulling up just to talk shit
Black and yellow dunks like caution
You ain't tryna fuck well I step back, Harden
Know that shit pop, when I pop out to the party
I was off the Dusse, no I don't do Bacardi
I get too faded to be honest I be drawlin'
But you fire in the lingerie, that black shit
All you need is one time, you hooked, that crack shit
Said I love it how you do it you acrobatic
Yeah, hop up on this dick and do a backflip
Take you right into the crib and that's it
Time stopped 'cause the watch so froze
So don't let go
Oh my god baby he's so cold
I hit it on the low like, yeah I hit it in the low-light
Court side seats so I hit it on the floor right
You make me feel like the greatest
But you got that shit that's amazing
I wanna take you right out to the islands, the Caymans
Maybe we could videotape it
Put you in the-
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Siracusa
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