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Lo Davis

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Let's get it
Can't explain it baby
All I want is you
Wanna buy you diamonds rings
And designer shoes
Never met another woman that's as fine as you
And I don't know another nigga do it like I do
I can see us on a yacht somewhere overseas
Or I can see us in a drop cruising thru Belize
I don't mean to be rude I want chu on ya knees
Wanna hit it from the back until you fucking scream
Draw the curtains in the raife
I can't feel my face
Just need me a lil bae
Who gon cooperate
Just need me a lil bae who tryna cop a place
Full speed ahead
I ain't gon no time for brakes
Got a jewish lawyer
Just in case I catch a case
keep something for rainy days
I never touch the safe
Jet skiing in vegas
She ain't know they had a lake
The trunk in the front
Damn look at shorty face
I handle all mine like a boss do
If I cop a Porsche my baby
Get a porsche too
I'm the truth
Like them jeans with the horseshoe
Said it's time for change baby let me
Morph you
Cruising through these streets
In that new Camaro
Made it from the bottom
I'm the hoods hero
These birds on my dick
I'm flyer than a sparrow
Sub zero
Yeah Ain't nobody cold as me
When I was broke man
Ain't nobody Notice me
No tints on this bitch man
Man they know it's me
And I got these bitches
Singing like i'm jodeci
I ain't never gas up a range rover
WHY
Shit cuz I got a range over
But I swear this shit the change over
It's my turn yeah nigga
The game over
Any nigga in my way move a lane
Over
I can't believe you wanna cry on his
Lame shoulder
I be up in the morning
Like a can of folders
Captain america
Colder then the winter soldier
I just moved to that city where the
Devil play
It's time to turn up
My nigga
That's on everything
Cuz i'm coming from that city
Where the metal ring
Rotten apple
You a rookie imma veteran
The gram might never
Send dat blue check
More concerned with blue faces
Ben Blue checks
Fresh forces
Man i'm after some new checks
Just left my old bitch
Ya new boo next
I'm at these niggas head
Like a crew neck
My team on deck
Yeah the crew next
Crib full of bitches like i'm high hef
Swear to god I got a thing
For them brunettes
Yeah
She a runner she a trackstar
I bet that ass stop
For that black card
Never uber x
I need a black car
Yeah she really soft
She just act hard
Puttin up a front
Don't wanna act scarred
Jump in the coupe
And do the race like a nascar
All my diamonds wild
Madagascar
Really run it up
Nigga dats a cash bar
You'll probably get that later
I'm in your girl mouth
Now and later
Saved by the bell
No screech and no slater
They call her buffy
You can tell how
I slay her

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