Out the Roof

Bands get the juice
Hit the dash to the booth
Touch them I'm gon shoot
Hit the propane out the roof

Bands get the juice
Touch them I'm gon shoot
Hit the dash to the booth
Hit the propane out the roof

Lookin' clean she be gasses up on it
Yeah that's right she be backed up on me
Throwin that back Make it clap up on me
Twerkin that ass cuz she backed up on it
She Throwin that ass Imma clap up on it
Slippy drip slide when she get up on it
Couldn't try to lake this evening if you wanted
Said she like the way my voice be gronin

Two L's to the face
I ain't let it go to waste
Round booty in my face
Gripping ass make it go my way

I can bring ya to the crib
Or fuck it the highway
If the booty proud send it my way

And if she coming back
She comin my way
And her boyfriend don't know
So he can't even irate
She can take her paities off
And throw em my way
Text to her man she at brunch
Eating salad I'd say

Bands get the juice
Touch them I'm gon shoot
Hit the dash to the booth
Hit the propane out the roof

Make time for a deadline
You know that one time
Then I made you slide on my dick
You said that was more than one time
I need the bag
Count it one time
Even if you know it's right
Count it more times
Never be too careful
When you count it up
All right

Spent it all now I make it
Back at the end of the
Night time, when you in the
Home town that's PHX and
Know I keep it repped
Try and press on me
And you shit get wreck
Bouncing up a nice check
While we in the back of the VIP
That where I be
Smoking all my tree
In the back with all my g's
Well dressed in black like we
MIB Told you this
But you can't see
That I'm a bad
Muthafucka
You know for the fam
Ima get this chedda



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Writer(s): Edward Gonzalez
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