Fried 'N Glide

Say cheese baby
You know what it is
Let your hair blow in the wind baby
She say at ease baby
Keep the windows high
Keep the weed insideee
We be high like some 5s
When we slide that's a glide
Got my hands on her thighs
Excuse my hands if they slide
Too much sauce need some Tide
Case we spill in this ride
Ima player that's 4 life
But I'm Married I'm retired

Still got them hands on them thighs
Locked in too focus
Don't make decisions off emotions
Most niggas be bogus but
That's not my focus Tuh
They reapin what they sowin
No more oppression we ain't goin
Every time I wake up its ahh vibe
We can't waste time
No excuse me when I'm chasing money
I'm buying and creating time
For the fam that's a big duh
Smoking off the richta
Neph got the scripta ahhh

Protect ya vibe that's at all cost
I wanna house the size wal mart
Like hi ceilings I like high ceilings
Get high wit em Like Griffey catch a vibe wit em
Gold Mitten Gold Glove no rub in a minute a me and you gon pop out and its all love

A A A A that's just what I'm on
I wish I had a clone
I'm tryna get more done
Aaaaa but we all got the same 24 though
You know I'm talking bout them hours
Yeah this shit here's mines
That there is yours
We in Caribbeans no pirate
So why you still talking ouRs
Excuse me if im zoned out
I be up with the stars

Yeah yeah yeah ah yeah
Real money getter sex is a weapon
Let's throw a house party in this bitch
You know the spirits is up
But I'm down for wateva
A A A A that's just what I'm on
I wish I had a clone
I'm tryna get more done
Don't fuck with my momma son



Credits
Writer(s): Dorian Gray Ii
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