Reposado

(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)

Top down with the music blastin'
Right hand exploring I'm feeling on yo lap (And)
You freaky freaky I fuck with you girl the long way
Ain't tryna sneaky link, I'm just tryna fuck you the hard way
Bad bitch, I'm flying you out to Puerto Rico
Or Florida, we going up at the Portofino
We stumbling up out the bar, can't see straight
Now she in the car feeling on my beefcake
(Oh yeah)
I put that pain in baby, don't feel no shame for it
I push your buttons and kill it just like a gameboy
It be them thighs for me
And all that ass I see
That make a nigga give you rounds till ya knees weak

That Reposado in ya cup
(Yeah)
Tell the bartender to run my tab up
Baby I ain't tryna make love
Shawty I'm just tryna fuck you and run that bag up

(Uhh uhh uhh)
Had to clear my throat for this
Ya backshot rhythm sounding like it go to this
Cuz you a baddie, and girl I wanna be the one to turn you on
(Yeah)
So what you tryna do
I can roll up this spliff while while I'm fuckin' you
(Boom Boom)
Real Nigga I might blow out her back
(And I send her back)

That Reposado in ya cup
(Yeah)
Tell the bartender to run my tab up
Baby I ain't tryna make love
Shawty I'm just tryna fuck you and run that bag up

Baby if you see a nigga that you like
(He ain't like that)
I'm a real one, he try me I pull the sights back
(Yeah)
Glock 30 on a nigga like accessories
And girl I fuck with you cuz I'm feeling your energy
(Aye Aye)
I know your body in centimeters and increments
Measure them cakes with slow strokes and Entenmann's
Pussy so good
(Might fuck around get a wedding ring)

That Reposado in ya cup
(Yeah)
Tell the bartender to run my tab up
Baby I ain't tryna make love
Shawty I'm just tryna fuck you and run that bag up



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Johnson
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