Whalley

In a foreign pushing down whalley, just me and my baby
Downtown fast in a Beamer, said she owns a Mercedes
Yeah I'm texting a couple ladies, they missing me lately
You're number one said Tracy, damn I feel like McGrady
Quiet night with bright lights, her skin is showing
Touching herself slow motion, rolled the blunt as we going

She was just sipping the potion
Now I got this bitch just floating
Now I got this bitch just floating
Now I got this bitch just floating
Ay ay ay ay
Now I got this bitch just floating, yeah

Faded passing the feds, link with her bitch from UConn
Talking about having some fun, and I was talking about threesomes
Put some bags in they hand and she like boy lemme see something
Two nurses from Yale, said they ain't gunna do it for nothing

She like boy let me see something
Pull up in all designer now she dripping yeah we had to get a room
Ay, tell me she like my Gucci socks
I told her she ain't wearing bad perfume
Whoa, now I'm all up in her womb
Yeah, I just made a bigger tomb
Damn, now you can't get her back nigga
Got her laying down we rolling packs niggas
We laughing yeah talking about the past nigga
You fucked up you thought you owned her
Now I'm hitting daily yeah it's over
We raw fucking in the back seat
That's my bitch now don't you ask me
Christian and Louis Vuitton yeah she styling it
Hoppin in that Vert let's take a ride in it
I ain't never been big on that love shit
But I feel like this bitch got me geeking
We be getting drunk on the weekend
I got her heart every season
But I'm still that nigga pistol beaming
Red dot leave yo ass bleeding
Got some steppers ready yeah we eating
Always with my brothers I'm not leaving
Ay, I'm not leaving
These niggas stay on that bullshit
I'm on that wish a nigga would hood shit
Can't trust a soul I'm so done with it
My mind drifting I can't keep up
I'm like Lebron with the layups
Got some nightmares yeah I'm tryna stay up
But fuck it gotta get my cake up



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Writer(s): Lorenzo G
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