Yeah
Bad ting that I just met
Think I'm suspect
Cause I'm looking through her sun dress
She getting mad, getting upset
Spilling off stress
Probably don't get enough sex
I stepped to her, told her "cool off"
Let the mood walk
Let's have a one-two talk
She looked at me like "boo stop"
All that smooth talk, won't get you what you do want
I'm speaking to her like "what then?"
Could we just blend?
You've got a friend, I've got a brethren
Just give me til the night's end
I'll have you right and surely loosen up your tight ends
You say you're pissed but you're smiling
I see you eyeing me
And that's a sign for me to slide in
I'll get mine til I'm aiit then
I'll let you ride then
Leave you prr
(Wesside)
I'm saying bye to my side ting
If you do the right thing
Your body flames, I'm the fireman
I'll play your strings like a Violin
Leave you stretched like I'm ironing
Pressed like I'm ironing
I'm saying bye to my side ting
If you do the right thing
Your body flames, I'm the fireman
I'll play your strings like a Violin
Leave you stretched like I'm ironing
Pressed like I'm ironing
I'm saying bye to my side ting
If you do the right thing
Your body flames, I'm the fireman
I'll play your strings like a Violin
Leave you stretched like I'm ironing
Pressed like I'm ironing
I'm saying bye to my side ting
If you do the right thing
Your body flames, I'm the fireman
I'll play your strings like a Violin
Leave you stretched like I'm ironing
Pressed like I'm ironing
A little Retro
Perfecto
Ernesto don't switch the tempo
Shout out my old hoes, I left those
Shout out my new clothes, I flex those
New verses I bless those
New charges I press those
Getting ready for white parties in west coast
You ain't ready, you boys not even that close
Mostly worried about hoes
I sneaked in with beat freaks and lesbos
I'm back packing the game, don't even stress bro
(Buff tings, they always tryna finesse though)
(Body type full-criminal, I arrest those)
Anybody with questions, and I address those
Reporting live from right here, the best coast
If you ain't got it by now, it's nothing left bro
My side ting was weak, I had to let go
I'm saying bye to my side ting
If you do the right thing
Your body flames, I'm the fireman
I'll play your strings like a Violin
Leave you stretched like I'm ironing
Pressed like I'm ironing
I'm saying bye to my side ting
If you do the right thing
Your body flames, I'm the fireman
I'll play your strings like a Violin
Leave you stretched like I'm ironing
Pressed like I'm ironing
I'm saying bye to my side ting
If you do the right thing
Your body flames, I'm the fireman
I'll play your strings like a Violin
Leave you stretched like I'm ironing
Pressed like I'm ironing
I'm saying bye to my side ting
If you do the right thing
Your body flames, I'm the fireman
I'll play your strings like a Violin
Leave you stretched like I'm Ironing
Pressed like I'm ironing
(Ironing)