Fitted Suit
I pull up in a little drop top coupe
Walk around the front and I'm strutting all my stuff
Pass you glance, that's good luck
We don't want no bad blood
I pull up in a new fitted suit like
Button down with the French cuffs too
Where the video dudes at?
Who the hell are you?
I said a button down but it's barely buttoned up
Shawty still sitting in the whip
She's still buckled up so I blow a fat kiss to the best bitch
Baby takin her time
That's my shit, lets do this
How the hell did we arrive so soon?
Shit
Well it was ninety nine in a fifty five like damn yeah, that'll do it
We still got there a little bit late
Like damn yeah, we blew it
Late to own place, you knew it
So I just say I'm glad you came
Who you is?
Glad you made yourself at home
Lets get it started
We can go to the moon
I'm reaching far to find you
Man I just want a lil four seat drop top
Ain't no need to hotbox even if I could
Homies got their tops off
Actin like a fuckin mess
Everybody getting less dressed
Ain't none of us depressed today
It's a high speed chase in a coup
Are you chasing me or am I racing you?
Hold the phone, I got to facetime my boo
I'm just tryna get back in the booth
I pull up in a new fitted suit like
Button down, with the French cuffs too
Where the video dudes at?
Who the hell are you?
I said a button down
But it's barely buttoned up
Shawty sitting in the whip
She's still buckled up
So I blow a fat kiss to the best bitch
Baby takin her time
That's my shit, lets do this
Forget a mistress or an ex chick
All I ever really miss is
My little two seater drop top coupe
It was a piece of work
But so was me and you, huh?
I said some shit you don't deserve but
So did you for sure, huh?
So I left you in the dust
Two years, eight months
That shit fucked me right up, shit
Honey I'm just tryna bust a nut
What the fuck is up with you, huh?
You ain't my boo
You ain't shit to me, nah
You ain't a mystery neither
Get the fuck up out of here
You ain't a mystery to me, nah
I pull up
I pull up in a little drop top coupe
Walk around the front and I'm strutting all my stuff
Imma pass you glance
Pass you a glance that's good luck
Walk around the front and I'm strutting all my stuff
Pass you glance, that's good luck
We don't want no bad blood
I pull up in a new fitted suit like
Button down with the French cuffs too
Where the video dudes at?
Who the hell are you?
I said a button down but it's barely buttoned up
Shawty still sitting in the whip
She's still buckled up so I blow a fat kiss to the best bitch
Baby takin her time
That's my shit, lets do this
How the hell did we arrive so soon?
Shit
Well it was ninety nine in a fifty five like damn yeah, that'll do it
We still got there a little bit late
Like damn yeah, we blew it
Late to own place, you knew it
So I just say I'm glad you came
Who you is?
Glad you made yourself at home
Lets get it started
We can go to the moon
I'm reaching far to find you
Man I just want a lil four seat drop top
Ain't no need to hotbox even if I could
Homies got their tops off
Actin like a fuckin mess
Everybody getting less dressed
Ain't none of us depressed today
It's a high speed chase in a coup
Are you chasing me or am I racing you?
Hold the phone, I got to facetime my boo
I'm just tryna get back in the booth
I pull up in a new fitted suit like
Button down, with the French cuffs too
Where the video dudes at?
Who the hell are you?
I said a button down
But it's barely buttoned up
Shawty sitting in the whip
She's still buckled up
So I blow a fat kiss to the best bitch
Baby takin her time
That's my shit, lets do this
Forget a mistress or an ex chick
All I ever really miss is
My little two seater drop top coupe
It was a piece of work
But so was me and you, huh?
I said some shit you don't deserve but
So did you for sure, huh?
So I left you in the dust
Two years, eight months
That shit fucked me right up, shit
Honey I'm just tryna bust a nut
What the fuck is up with you, huh?
You ain't my boo
You ain't shit to me, nah
You ain't a mystery neither
Get the fuck up out of here
You ain't a mystery to me, nah
I pull up
I pull up in a little drop top coupe
Walk around the front and I'm strutting all my stuff
Imma pass you glance
Pass you a glance that's good luck
Credits
Writer(s): Wallace Overstreet
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