See, baby
You ain't gotta hide
I seen who you are
You beautiful
I love you
Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh (Baby)
Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh
Backwoods and white tees on my rider
Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh
Now let me find out you a pyro, oh
You blunt as fuck, you playing with fire-oh, oh
Light that ass up like some sativa
Girl, assume the procedure
Lower regions my leisure
Let me give you this gyro
Hold on, look up my flight code
Snap me that in the airport
Almost ran in a light pole
Say she never been to Disneyland
Fuck her in the air 'til she dizzy, damn
I don't really be with that goofy shit
All on the Tweety, tryna post a pic
Stroke so dope, got motion sick
We in theaters, a motion pic
Musketeers, new booty whip, coupe and shit
This could be me and you
She love how I move the whole venue
I'm in the throat like halls, Arsenio
I'm supposed to be home soon
But that yeah-yeah so mhm
Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh
Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh
Backwoods and white tees on my rider
Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh
Now let me find out you a pyro, oh
You blunt as fuck, you playin' with fire, though
Light that ass up like some sativa
Girl, assume the procedure
Lower regions my leisure
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
See, baby, I ain't hiding
I was crazy when you met me
It's just that I love the D
I mean, I love you, baby
He know I ain't doing no back and forth (Hah)
Laid up on 'em like we on the court (Hold up)
Sex game had me going hoarse
Dick so good, gotta ask for more
Woods and a fifth while we on the porch
UK only time I pass a port
And he knew what it was when he signed up
Been breakin' hearts like plastic forks
Put me up in yo' schedule (Schedule)
Told him come meet 'round 7 (7)
Ain't rocking nothing but your sweater
I heard it might rain, you should bring a umbrella ('Brella)
That yelling shit just get me wetter (Wetter)
Make up sex, Fenty the preference (Preference)
Throwing up his and her bezels
No limit on him or the debit
That nigga'll buy me the world if I let him
He know I'ma get the shit bussin', no fee-fee (Ridin')
Told him I'm ridin', Kiki (Love me)
Drippin' designer, CC, GG
A savage like Riri (Do you love me?)
Body look glittered in gold (Gold)
That money like me, it won't fold
Ass like a cinnamon roll, head and pussy game cold
Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh
Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh
Backwoods and white tees on my rider
Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh
Now let me find out you a pyro, oh
You blunt as fuck, you playing with fire, though
Light that ass up like some sativa
Girl, assume the procedure
Lower regions my leisure
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby