90's R&B Songs
Flying through my
Flying cross the bridge
As I'm riding through my
As I'm flying through my
Got my, got my
Eight Hunnid Fifteen shawty
Riding through the
Like I got wings on
As I'm riding through this with my wings on
Riding through this bitch like I got wings on
Flying through my city
Eight Hundred Fifteen baby
Flying cross the bridge, speeding to your address
Taste you on my lips, fiending for your mattress
Money on my mind, city got me mad stressed
Sixteen hour shift just finished up a bag check
Shit ain't been the same since my homie took his last breath
Big Daddy Truth, they know that I don't half step
I could never trust you gave my ex all that I had left
Trying to make good girls out bitches with a bad rep
Making 90's R&B songs in your bedroom
You say you need to catch your breath soon
In the club, in the restroom
In the party downstairs in the guest room
Pussy so good don't know how niggas left you
Cooking up something in the stu, I'm a chef too
The way you fuck a nigga make me feel special
Do you finesse me, or I finesse you
Sweet finesse of the flesh
Sweet finesse of the flesh
Scared she gone love me to death
But I pray for the best
Now it ain't nothing left of me
Sweet finesse of the flesh
Sweet finesse of the flesh
Scared she gone love me to death
But I pray for the best
Now it ain't nothing left of me
When I was fresh out of jail and you was gone from college
Around that time I was just working trying to make it honest
Way before you had that ass and I commit to promise
Cause now though you could probably work at Onyx
That Volkswagen with the lights on the doors
And that projection, it reflect on the floor
I come from tecs in my drawls
Making bips out your whip
Even did a drill out the sunroof I pull up with a stick
I'm not a son of a bitch
I'm a hell of a risk
But you pop out with me
On our way to the movies brought her purse cause I got gloc with me
And if they hit the light she hit the light she never stop with me
Fucking up the property
Passing go like monopoly
It's obviously, a fix
We wilding it's intense
And she got me convinced
We be fucking in suspense
Treat her like the Queen got me wanting to make a Prince
One against five everybody on the bench
You that bitch
Flying cross the bridge
As I'm riding through my
As I'm flying through my
Got my, got my
Eight Hunnid Fifteen shawty
Riding through the
Like I got wings on
As I'm riding through this with my wings on
Riding through this bitch like I got wings on
Flying through my city
Eight Hundred Fifteen baby
Flying cross the bridge, speeding to your address
Taste you on my lips, fiending for your mattress
Money on my mind, city got me mad stressed
Sixteen hour shift just finished up a bag check
Shit ain't been the same since my homie took his last breath
Big Daddy Truth, they know that I don't half step
I could never trust you gave my ex all that I had left
Trying to make good girls out bitches with a bad rep
Making 90's R&B songs in your bedroom
You say you need to catch your breath soon
In the club, in the restroom
In the party downstairs in the guest room
Pussy so good don't know how niggas left you
Cooking up something in the stu, I'm a chef too
The way you fuck a nigga make me feel special
Do you finesse me, or I finesse you
Sweet finesse of the flesh
Sweet finesse of the flesh
Scared she gone love me to death
But I pray for the best
Now it ain't nothing left of me
Sweet finesse of the flesh
Sweet finesse of the flesh
Scared she gone love me to death
But I pray for the best
Now it ain't nothing left of me
When I was fresh out of jail and you was gone from college
Around that time I was just working trying to make it honest
Way before you had that ass and I commit to promise
Cause now though you could probably work at Onyx
That Volkswagen with the lights on the doors
And that projection, it reflect on the floor
I come from tecs in my drawls
Making bips out your whip
Even did a drill out the sunroof I pull up with a stick
I'm not a son of a bitch
I'm a hell of a risk
But you pop out with me
On our way to the movies brought her purse cause I got gloc with me
And if they hit the light she hit the light she never stop with me
Fucking up the property
Passing go like monopoly
It's obviously, a fix
We wilding it's intense
And she got me convinced
We be fucking in suspense
Treat her like the Queen got me wanting to make a Prince
One against five everybody on the bench
You that bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Leslie Rolfe
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