Carsex (feat. Pope Frosty)
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Yea, Pope Frosty Top me, nobody can top me Top me, nobody can top me Top me, nobody can Whoa Whoa whoa Whoa Whoa You out of control Your booty, your titties, ya toes Riding through the six with my woes Whoa, whoa You tell me you love me you hate me Didn't know that plans we made Turned it to reality You and me, that's a casualty Had a dream, told you about it Had to scream, you was not the loudest You was on my team, I could live without it You was on my team, I could live without it You was on my team, I could live without it Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick I'm sick of this bullshit Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick I'm sick of this bullshit Pull up and we do shit I ain't never let the team hit She was in it for the cash Really she was only in it for a cool min Pull up with the light low So I see her better when the rooms lit Pull up empty full clip She a bad bitch with a nice whip Hold up Wait a min I know she been through everything That's why she get everything Might hit her with a wedding ring Classy bitch she likes nice things I really like to try things Imma hit it in the backseat Imma hit it in the backseat Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick I'm sick of this bullshit Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick I'm sick of this bullshit Aye I know your horny I know you want me I know you want this dick all in your tummy I hope it's not funny when you giggle at me laffy taffy, let me make your dreams come true I'm glad you had me in your arms Sacred memories, we made inside the backseat Carsex, no car sick I'm sick of this bullshit Pull up and we do shit You and me for a cool min Touch on you for a cool min Imma open up your eyelids When I pull out my dick My dick, yea yea Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick I'm sick of this bullshit Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick I'm sick of this bullshit Beach Vibes Between your thighs Open up Let me look inside Your on my mind, 24/7 Heal my mind Come touch my thoughts Come touch my heart You and me We grinding good Can't tear this apart You and me You and me Making making fucking memories In the backseat, countless memories You and me You and me Making making fucking memories In the backseat, countless memories Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no carsick Carsex, no car sick I'm sick of this bullshit Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick Carsex, no car sick I'm sick of this bullshit
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