Hall Of Fame

See there's this girl I know
Talking from head to toe she a perfect ten
Tryna get her out the hood, yeah
It might scoop her in a Benz
Got me sayin' my, my, my
You so damn fine (damn fine)
I'm tryna get you out them panties tonight

And you gone feel this pressure
'Cause I'm diggin' your style, we belong together
We can go anywhere, and we can do anything
And It don't really matter the time (It don't really matter the time)
As long as you're down to ride

Lay your head down on my pillow
Turn the lights down real, real low
Girl you're classy, only let me see ya skin show
Love the way ya skin glow, give it to you ten to four (yeah, yeah)

Tryna scoop her in a foreign thang
Take her out the hood, show her everything she never seen
Know you ain't used to this, but I ain't running game
Picture on the wall, let's clap it up, you changed the game
First place in my hall of fame

Pull up in a Benzo, you know what I'm here for
I'ma park 'cause I don't wanna drive
Laid up like the day's win
Chilling with my babe is exactly how I wanna spend the night

I got the wine if you got the time
I'm not tryna rush, I'm not tryna force it
But I just wanna be in your presence
I love your smell, I love your hair
I love your eyes, I love your smile
And girl, I'm honestly in love with the essence

You are the one, one, one, one-one-one-one (one, one)
Now take them panties off, let's have us some fun
(Take 'em off, take 'em off, take 'em off, take 'em off)
I'm tryna retire your jersey, moan five times like ya heard me
You're number one in my hall of fame, like James Worthy, yeah
Oh-oh-oh, ooh-ooh, yeah

Tryna scoop her in a foreign thang (tryna scoop her)
Take her out the hood, show her something she never seen
Know you ain't used to this, but I ain't running game (oh)
Picture on the wall, let's clap it up, you changed the game
You first place in my hall of fame (oh-oh-oh)
Your first place in my hall of fame, ey-yeah
Girl it's Deontae



Credits
Writer(s): Deontae Dixon
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