Iced Cappuccino
Watermelon sundress
That big ole booty bouncing under as the sunset
Discoball in my mouth I think I hear the BeeGees
Got a email from Chanel you deserve to be CC'd
Paisley cardigan Tan dickies got a deep crease
Enjoying the fruits of my labor everything's peachy
Watermelon sundress
Green eyes hitting me like marijuana high off eye contact
I only love her if her eyes brown
And can roll up without dropping weed while the top's down
Bring the ice out 90 degrees it's nice out
If she live a double life I pray to God I never find out
Flipping thru timezones
Boarding pass to Virginia red eye trip for a flight home
Always been the one to give you chills and I still can
Link at ya mommas house I'll send a text when the wheels land
Fried Chicken and waffles and Cliquot
My Mulatto take off Valentino
Cinnamon suede under the clearest stones iced cappuccino
Jumbotron diamonds just to tell you where the points is
Envy alarms me just to keep up with my appointments
Rap, shop, fuck I keep it simple as sin, I outdid myself and then I did it again
Receive a call decline it I can tell who it is by the timing
Swear these caramel in tone and curvy women are so tiring
Aliens probably ride past Earth and lock their doors
Glociana on my lap windows down in my Porsche
And the wind feels so good
I know they wish me no good
Aliens probably ride past Earth and lock their doors
Glociana on my lap windows down in my Porsche
And the wind feels so good
I know they wish me no good
In life you don't get what you want, you get who you are
Never place loyalty in things you were never a part
Never stay there too long if you didn't reverse park
Never date a pretty woman that wants to be a star
She always wanted more the audacity
Swear her love cost an arm and a leg like an amputee
Birds eye view contemplating finding my calm
Even when the sky is falling these heated leather gone keep me warm
Aliens probably ride past Earth and lock their doors
Gloc on my lap windows down in my Porsche
And the wind feels so good
I know they wish me no good
Aliens probably ride past Earth and lock their doors
Gloc on my lap windows down in my Porsche
And the wind feels so good
I know they wish me no good
That big ole booty bouncing under as the sunset
Discoball in my mouth I think I hear the BeeGees
Got a email from Chanel you deserve to be CC'd
Paisley cardigan Tan dickies got a deep crease
Enjoying the fruits of my labor everything's peachy
Watermelon sundress
Green eyes hitting me like marijuana high off eye contact
I only love her if her eyes brown
And can roll up without dropping weed while the top's down
Bring the ice out 90 degrees it's nice out
If she live a double life I pray to God I never find out
Flipping thru timezones
Boarding pass to Virginia red eye trip for a flight home
Always been the one to give you chills and I still can
Link at ya mommas house I'll send a text when the wheels land
Fried Chicken and waffles and Cliquot
My Mulatto take off Valentino
Cinnamon suede under the clearest stones iced cappuccino
Jumbotron diamonds just to tell you where the points is
Envy alarms me just to keep up with my appointments
Rap, shop, fuck I keep it simple as sin, I outdid myself and then I did it again
Receive a call decline it I can tell who it is by the timing
Swear these caramel in tone and curvy women are so tiring
Aliens probably ride past Earth and lock their doors
Glociana on my lap windows down in my Porsche
And the wind feels so good
I know they wish me no good
Aliens probably ride past Earth and lock their doors
Glociana on my lap windows down in my Porsche
And the wind feels so good
I know they wish me no good
In life you don't get what you want, you get who you are
Never place loyalty in things you were never a part
Never stay there too long if you didn't reverse park
Never date a pretty woman that wants to be a star
She always wanted more the audacity
Swear her love cost an arm and a leg like an amputee
Birds eye view contemplating finding my calm
Even when the sky is falling these heated leather gone keep me warm
Aliens probably ride past Earth and lock their doors
Gloc on my lap windows down in my Porsche
And the wind feels so good
I know they wish me no good
Aliens probably ride past Earth and lock their doors
Gloc on my lap windows down in my Porsche
And the wind feels so good
I know they wish me no good
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Roston
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