Let Me Drive (feat. A.M.I.E. & Mayneday)
Music blasting...
I can't hear a thing,
But you're on my neck and the
Beads of your sweat are
Glistening.
Party is smashing we jump on the scene,
Speed it up, slow it down, take it for free,
My engine is revving, there's no other route,
Let's get away, get away from the crowd...
Chasing that Hennessey, in your Hennessy
In case I was subtle, I'm looking for trouble,
Driving away with me.
Let me drive!
Getting nasty...
Slashing all the lines,
For those hypocrites, I'm sick of it,
Don't fuck around, we roll with it and
We ain't got the time.
Touching and loving and rubbing each other,
Giving and getting from no better lover,
Everything happenin', it's spinning at once,
Can't catch my breath there's no air in my lungs...
Chasing that Hennessey, in your Hennessy
In case I was subtle, I'm looking for trouble,
Driving away with me.
Let me drive!
Shorty is the baddest, feeling all the static,
When she in the club, baby, stunting is a habit.
Livid, livin' lavish, shorty driving stick,
Why don't she ride me automatic.
Got it from her mama, gucci and the Prada,
High heels with the crew, rosé popping bottles,
Ow!
Lady got 'er style right.
(Let me drive!)
Let me drive!
I can't hear a thing,
But you're on my neck and the
Beads of your sweat are
Glistening.
Party is smashing we jump on the scene,
Speed it up, slow it down, take it for free,
My engine is revving, there's no other route,
Let's get away, get away from the crowd...
Chasing that Hennessey, in your Hennessy
In case I was subtle, I'm looking for trouble,
Driving away with me.
Let me drive!
Getting nasty...
Slashing all the lines,
For those hypocrites, I'm sick of it,
Don't fuck around, we roll with it and
We ain't got the time.
Touching and loving and rubbing each other,
Giving and getting from no better lover,
Everything happenin', it's spinning at once,
Can't catch my breath there's no air in my lungs...
Chasing that Hennessey, in your Hennessy
In case I was subtle, I'm looking for trouble,
Driving away with me.
Let me drive!
Shorty is the baddest, feeling all the static,
When she in the club, baby, stunting is a habit.
Livid, livin' lavish, shorty driving stick,
Why don't she ride me automatic.
Got it from her mama, gucci and the Prada,
High heels with the crew, rosé popping bottles,
Ow!
Lady got 'er style right.
(Let me drive!)
Let me drive!
Credits
Writer(s): Amie Zimmerman, Mark Emmanuel, Alan Notkin, Jonathan Atar, Nahshon A Hill
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