Passenger Princess (feat. NLE Choppa)

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Ayy, too blessed, ayy, too stressed (yeah-yeah)
Ayy, whip fast, passenger princess (uh)
Ayy, sunset (oh-whoa), uh, good sex
Uh, best I ever had, I gotta confess (oh)

Ayy, uh, passenger princess
Uh, come and be my passenger princess
Uh, ayy, passenger princess
Uh, come and be my passenger princess

Ayy, these niggas, they make me sick, they be pressed 'bout a bitch
I ain't ever been a simp, on God, pull up in a brand-new whip (skrrt)
Doors up, bad bitch get in then we goin' to the stars
Walk in, they like, "Who is him?", "Who is he?"

"He must be somebody dripped in Givenchy"
I get whoever I want, it's too many, can't cuff a city girl, I am not Diddy
Uh, she my lemonade (yeah-yeah)
She the real one, lil' mama ain't Minute Maid (yeah-yeah)

Shawty cold like me, my December baby (yeah)
Don't post on the 'Gram, they might feel a way
I know I'm the man (yeah), can't nobody step with me
Yo' nigga, he be playin' (where?), you know shit'll go left with me
She never been to California, took her out to Beverly
The head game fire, that just got you longevity

Ayy, too blessed, ayy, too stressed (yeah-yeah)
Ayy, whip fast, passenger princess (uh)
Ayy, sunset (oh-whoa), uh, good sex
Uh, best I ever had, I gotta confess (oh)

Uh, uh, passenger princess
Uh, come and be my passenger princess
Uh, ayy, passenger princess
Uh, come and be my passenger princess

Let me show you somethin' different, stars in the ceilin' (ceilin')
Tell me what you wishin', I'll listen and I get it
Made suits, my seats, unreleased music on the speakers
Okay, keep it discrete 'cause the curtain at yo' back, and my tongue in yo' crack

Know you like it like that when I eat you
If you cum, I'ma greet you, like, "Hey, nice to meet you"
Uh, real nigga (real nigga), real bitch (real bitch), real shit, we gon' pop it
In our own lane, we ain't fuckin' with nobody
Know them bitches hatin' on you, fuck how they feel about you

'Cause one thing fasho, we ain't sparin' no ho
She my passenger princess, but hood on the low (she hood on the low)
If it's smoke with her, smoke with me
We pull up how it supposed to be (how it supposed to be)
Put you in a bag like we shoppin' for some groceries

Ayy, too blessed, ayy, too stressed (yeah-yeah)
Ayy, whip fast, passenger princess (uh)
Ayy, sunset (oh-whoa), uh, good sex
Uh, best I ever had, I gotta confess (oh)

Ayy, uh, passenger princess
Uh, come and be my passenger princess
Uh, ayy, passenger princess
Uh, come and be my passenger princess

Oh-whoa-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Taylor Banks, Joel Banks, Trey Davis, Konstantinos Pathekas, Nicholas Kwak
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