Cruisin'

I swear to everything i was thinkin
Bout you when i wrote this shit to
When you get older
You start slowing down
You dont like driving fast
You push it in cruise control
You want a new car
Yea a new whip
Baby got bored got some new dic
Dont like her body got new tits
You like i love it
Cool baby im choosing
Smoking sour in the whip
While we crusing
Kissing on ya necc
My hand on ya thigh
And tell me you like how i do it
You like how i do it

I swerve in that coupe
Till its bleeding
Im Mikey Bank$ and you know it
She want my kids
So she stealing my semen
She was roccn Palm Angels
But she slurp like a demon
Baby wann shop outta Neimens
I know that she love me
She act like she leaving
I see you blushing
But know that you need it
Her pussy get when im speeding
Hol up
Dont ask why im fuccn you like this
Cuzz i do this shit for no reason
I been living good
And rejecting my demons
I just count my blessings
Everybody have bad days cool
But its life my nicca
Dont do no stressing
For real tho

You want a new car
Yea a new whip
Baby got bored got some new dic
Dont like her body got new tits
You like i love it
Cool baby im choosing
Smoking sour in the whip
While we crusing
Kissing on ya necc
My hand on ya thigh
And tell me you like how i do it
You like how i do it

Look, i make this shit look easy
With no handouts or freebies
Said my time coming
And they aint believe me
Well picture me worried bout that
In the kitchen my bitch ass fat
She like showing off
Put the curry on the crab
Like Curry hit a 3 game winner
They be mad
Opps tryna get bit
We be spinning in the jag
Nd you know my bitch nasty
Im spittin in her ass
You know the whip come 6 clutch
Checc the dash
Nicca tryn race, get left in the past
If you dont get picture
Get erased in a flash
The cannon dont take pics
Nicca This gun blast
I just got the morey dirty
But Its taking a bath
Yea i use to play a quarter
Now i play a whole half

You want a new car
Yea a new whip
Baby got bored got some new dic
Dont like her body got new tits
You like i love it
Cool baby im choosing
Smoking sour in the whip
While we crusing
Kissing on ya necc
My hand on ya thigh
And tell me you like how i do it
You like how i do it



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Fraser Jr
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