Ambrosia

At first I thought shawty was snoody
Now his hands around my booty
He say I taste like Ambrosia
Who that hoe?
Let me know!
He said it's a salad, chill b
I think that name is kinda fruity
That was mean
I'm kinda moody
You don't agree
But your hands still feel me

Tell a junkie hit The Grove
Like it free
He got the bill
I'm a slick one
Slide in
This greasy oil spill
Went to spark a big one
But I lost the Bic
That shit unreal
Say I'm gonna quit like once a day
Before I chief a field

Imma make it nasty
Imma bust it open
I can get trashy
'Cause I'm at home
Drinks at the club cost a bottle
And it's gross

I just wanna smoke
And let him taste this Ambrosia

Let him taste
I just wanna let him taste
This Ambrosia

Let him taste
I just wanna let him taste
This Ambrosia

Said I'm spicy like citrus
And sweet like pineapple
I gotta show you I'll wine pon' you
I'm gonna take my time

You upset?
Come and dance with me
In the sheets
If you stressed
I got a blunt and a bar
And I don't live far

Imma make it nasty
Imma bust it open
I can get trashy
'Cause I'm at home
Drinks at the club cost a bottle
And it's gross

I just wanna smoke
And let him taste this Ambrosia

Let him taste
I just wanna let him taste
This Ambrosia

Let him taste
I just wanna let him taste
This Ambrosia

Imma make it nasty
Imma bust it open
I can get trashy
'Cause I'm at home
Drinks at the club cost a bottle
And it's gross

I just wanna smoke
And let him taste this Ambrosia

Let him taste
I just wanna let him taste
This Ambrosia

Let him taste
I just wanna let him taste
This Ambrosia



Credits
Writer(s): Marvin Forbes
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