Doheny

Tote hold the weed and the makeup
And I pray to God I can't fuck with the fake ones
Just rolled up like it's gunna be a late one
And my whole world out in LA getting shaked up
And we getting cozy and she twisting on my curls now
Slapped one time and she wanna be my girl now
I told her slow up, slow up, slow up your talk
I told her slow up, slow up, slow up that walk
Ya, Ya

Out here baby girl I've been eyeing you for some time
You can't have a bad day even if you tried
You a bad girl but you been talking nice
You got everything
Everything that I like, yeah
And I think seen you on the gram
F pace scoop you up yeah you and all your friends
Really getting freaky at your college dorm res
But I'ma take it slow last relationship a mess, yeah



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