Presii

Yeah yeah

Back seat riding presidential
Moon pie stuffed cigarillo
Smoking like Popeye
When you on my side
Got my whole team on your mental
Said I'm running 'round laps on your mental
Shawty I don't want to get sentimental
Baby wipe your eyes
Gotta go tonight
But Imma be back with a bezel

Back to back, took too much time off
Winter time but I'm still high
So I'm riding with the top off
Shooting my shot from the three
Im young and they just want to hate on me
So I'm making sure all my shots are from deep
Shawty fill my cup up
I wanna get fucked up
So you can feel my love
Fill my cup up shawty
You my little darling
But I fuck you like a slut
Tip toeing through follies with like
Ten racks on your butt
Bitch you say you love me
But you don't show me enough

Back seat riding presidential
Shorty I'll take you wherever
Closing the curtain, driver swerving
Baby she like it gentle
Two black Cadillacs
Ain't no rentals
Feeding each other feta
Kissing, flirting, sipping bourbon
Baby I'll make your life better
First class flights
Camera lights
Take a chance
Mama roll the dice
You so fine
Dress skin tight
Want you to myself
All night



Credits
Writer(s): Dillyn Thomas
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