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She looking at me with the lusty eyes Like what a guy Ordered a slice of peanut butter pie She fuckin' my head up I wanna lift her dress up, kiss her from the chest up Drop to both knees, lick the mess up Cutie with a booty straight out of a movie Juicy and I'm woozy, I gotta go do me She telling me she dreaming of being an actress 7 months of practice, she taking them classes Told her I know people that know people Did some castings in Manhattan for my own people She asked if I can plug her, my mind went to the gutter Told her I'll make some calls, she gave me her number Flashback to the club, champagne glass She gave me her Gram, said she don't exchange math Oh well, guess I'm getting somewhere The bill is clear, dropped my card, said I live near here You can crash, not imposing, just an optional route We both drunk driving and them coppers is out She said, "Cool, you in the bed, I get a spot on the couch?" I said sure... but we all know what that shit about Got to my house, she said you got something I can sleep cool in? Gave her a white tee and some ohlas I hoop in She said these shorts too big, I'll do the tee I'm proud of her, she shot her first movie with me Letras de canciones Little pre-madonna in the diner Body on Kim, attitude like Rihanna Face sorta-kinda like Beyoncé I ain't tryna wine and dine her if I can't get behind her Shorty tryna send me home mañana Take me to the casa Tryna break me off proper Think you cool like that? Yeah I'm smooth like that Nigga you cool like that? Yeah I'm smooth like that It was last call, let me call me a taxi Then he passed me, talking to me raspy Said this ass too classy for the backseat We could slide and ride, you know, the afties Now we rollin' and he gettin' me antsy Told me the anatomy remind him of Cassie Surfin' on my wave like the nigga was Max B But he know if he touch right now, he gon' be at sea Hold up, papa, please no R&B That shit too blatant love, not in the V Cop another pack cause he pack like armory And he tryna give a mami the pump like artery Let you put it in your mouth at the Waffle House It's like 5am, ain't no falafels out Get took, give him a look, you know the model pout Big brain, after the rain I whip a novel out Saturday up in the club we was trippin' I don't usually dippin', must be what you had me sippin' Now it's Sunday morning, think he up for scoring Church goers looking at us like they know we been sinning I'ma let a nigga get in like there wasn't a cover I ain't beat for ya lover and I ain't meeting ya mother Keep ya eyes on the road, highway to glory You fuckin' with a Bori, another west side story I'm emotional Cause my shorty let me go She told me I can't fuck with you no more Words keep playing in my head If I had a dollar for whenever they try to holla I swear to God we would be rich Use to hit your celly At any hour, no second guessing or worry about who you with All I ever wanted Was to be with you and me I go out just to fade out, media take out You ain't catch me fuck I understand I was making out Peer pressure called It happened when I was breaking out You know this lifestyle, might not make it I'm human, most times might not take it But this time shorty dress matched her complexion And all I did was think about her naked Face, run from the problems, never solve it You was with me when I was whipping a Honda And you came along when I was buying a foreign I thought you be smarter I thought I'd be too On this lonely highway, she I might re route I might peek a boo and see what you doing Nah, nah, nah, that ain't my style Plenty women love, I can pick one probably now Ya voice up in my head, I can hear you say "Boy sit down" Shorty crazy Might shed a tear hearing half on a baby Might kill somebody if I hear you really hate me Through with who I was the best nigga you ever had My bitch bad though, shit I fucked up I get a call from Joell cause he lucked up Met some shorty in the city with the big butt And he bragging like, "Bamz why you left alone?" I met this joint, had to take her home Good for you, I replied Then I get the FaceTime I pressed cancel, sent a text lol Told the nigga send a pic of hoe When she's out the door He like aight hold on, then he sent the pic Ain't this some shit, Joell done fucked my bitch Replied back like oh man He like, "What you mean?" I'm like, "Oh damn, nigga do ya thing" What goes around comes around, maybe that's right On this lonely highway, swerved off Dyckman From Letras Mania