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That look you giving me is devilish
Baby you so heaven sent
Yo lust got me higher than I ever been
Giving you that high tide
Surfing on ya wave
To the crescent of the moon
In my room holding hands like a high five
Get it sizzling like Popeyes
Spinach in the spliff
Shorty dripping olive oil
Guess I'm Popeye
Bad ma
When I pop
Call me papa
Heat her up
Take her to the top like a pot pie
Why you treat me like I'm not him
Like there's another nigga better in your top 10
We together
It's whatever
We be locked in
Touching on eachother
Give me 2 outta ya 5 senses
You wanna ride tonight
You wanna slide to the arty with the guys tonight
You wanna take shots
Dance
Get high tonight
But when we get back
Straddle that
You ride tonight
Shorty love me like a dboy this dime I pipe
Pocket change for the hoes
I guess dimes my type
Diamonds
Lights
They like it everytime I write
Thought she like me on the low
And everytime im right
Young heartbreaker
Shit
I guess my mom was right
But she don't want no grandbabies
Man my age 19
And that's one time
We can only lay one night
For the fun time
Shorty wanna stay for life
5'2 with a attitude
That's describe half the boo's that be passing through
So bad I could never stay mad at you
But lick back hit like pack of new
Whew
Smoke in the air
We in the telly gassed out ain't no smoking in here
Won't remember this
This is that forever shit
One thing I'll make sure no nigga ever get this
That look you giving me is devilish
Baby you so heaven sent
Yo lust got me higher than I ever been
Giving you that high tide
Surfing on ya wave
To the crescent of the moon
In my room holding hands like a high five
Get it sizzling like Popeyes
Spinach in the spliff
Shorty dripping olive oil
Guess I'm Popeye
Bad ma
When I pop
Call me papa
Heat her up
Take her to the top like a pot pie
Baby you so heaven sent
Yo lust got me higher than I ever been
Giving you that high tide
Surfing on ya wave
To the crescent of the moon
In my room holding hands like a high five
Get it sizzling like Popeyes
Spinach in the spliff
Shorty dripping olive oil
Guess I'm Popeye
Bad ma
When I pop
Call me papa
Heat her up
Take her to the top like a pot pie
Why you treat me like I'm not him
Like there's another nigga better in your top 10
We together
It's whatever
We be locked in
Touching on eachother
Give me 2 outta ya 5 senses
You wanna ride tonight
You wanna slide to the arty with the guys tonight
You wanna take shots
Dance
Get high tonight
But when we get back
Straddle that
You ride tonight
Shorty love me like a dboy this dime I pipe
Pocket change for the hoes
I guess dimes my type
Diamonds
Lights
They like it everytime I write
Thought she like me on the low
And everytime im right
Young heartbreaker
Shit
I guess my mom was right
But she don't want no grandbabies
Man my age 19
And that's one time
We can only lay one night
For the fun time
Shorty wanna stay for life
5'2 with a attitude
That's describe half the boo's that be passing through
So bad I could never stay mad at you
But lick back hit like pack of new
Whew
Smoke in the air
We in the telly gassed out ain't no smoking in here
Won't remember this
This is that forever shit
One thing I'll make sure no nigga ever get this
That look you giving me is devilish
Baby you so heaven sent
Yo lust got me higher than I ever been
Giving you that high tide
Surfing on ya wave
To the crescent of the moon
In my room holding hands like a high five
Get it sizzling like Popeyes
Spinach in the spliff
Shorty dripping olive oil
Guess I'm Popeye
Bad ma
When I pop
Call me papa
Heat her up
Take her to the top like a pot pie
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Writer(s): Delano Register- Hodge
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