Sliding down on my side of town, with my visor down and my mind alert
Texts from my ex's, that's Alexis, and she down to flirt
Down to twerk and she a pop it tho, for the Pappadeaux and a ride home
In the mix with this other chick, that Im really contemplating sliding on
Warmed her up like leftovers when I crept over on the last time
All I needed was a little weed and the conversation just past time
And I'm always on to home run, and the moans come and the morn come
Sun rise and her brown thighs and her brown eyes, but she so dumb
Anyways, man I'm in a daze cause I hit the blunt fore I f*ckin drove
Swerving hard on the boulevard, in Toyota cars down primrose
Pulled up to my nigga house and we plotting up like usually
Dividends and them Benjamin's and her many friends is what I'm use to
Her as in this thick bitch that he knew and met from a while ago
Hit us up with a simple text, for a later move that we could slide up on
Back to topic, she love to pop it, and she know she poppin with the f*cking moves
Told a nigga we should roll a swisher, we could smoke it with her when we come to cool
And she said that it was three of them, and we should be with them later that night
I was hoping for a happy ending, tryna mack and hit it, hope it's so tight
Hope it's so right for the o-ccasion
Uh huh's and okays and, all that cause I'm so patient
But f*ck patience cause I want ya naked
I wanna face it in the night time, when the sun leave and that night shine
The moon came, now it's the right time, and by the right time, I mean it's like nine
It's pipe time, so we hit the road, got the addy and proceed to go
Ducking all through the backstreets, to them bad tings and them freaky hoes
Made a right, and it was pitch black
Hit the brights, and made a dispatch
We outside, she like where you at, gon and park the car and head to the back
I put the jimmy back in my back pocket, by the Ben Frank in my black wallet
Grab the strap, put it in my boxers, slam the car door and then got to walking
My partna stop cause his phone rang, and I stop too, Im like cmon mane
The worst part and what was so lame, we got a voicemail from our homie saying...
The worst part and what was so lame, we got a voicemail from our homie saying...
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Sliding down on my side of town, with my visor down and my mind alert
Texts from my ex's, that's Alexis, and she down to flirt
Down to twerk and she a pop it tho, for the Pappadeaux and a ride home
In the mix with this other chick, that Im really contemplating sliding on
Warmed her up like leftovers when I crept over on the last time
All I needed was a little weed and the conversation just past time
And I'm always on to home run, and the moans come and the morn come
Sun rise and her brown thighs and her brown eyes, but she so dumb
Anyways, man I'm in a daze cause I hit the blunt fore I f*ckin drove
Swerving hard on the boulevard, in Toyota cars down primrose
Pulled up to my nigga house and we plotting up like usually
Dividends and them Benjamin's and her many friends is what I'm use to
Her as in this thick bitch that he knew and met from a while ago
Hit us up with a simple text, for a later move that we could slide up on
Back to topic, she love to pop it, and she know she poppin with the f*cking moves
Told a nigga we should roll a swisher, we could smoke it with her when we come to cool
And she said that it was three of them, and we should be with them later that night
I was hoping for a happy ending, tryna mack and hit it, hope it's so tight
Hope it's so right for the o-ccasion
Uh huh's and okays and, all that cause I'm so patient
But f*ck patience cause I want ya naked
I wanna face it in the night time, when the sun leave and that night shine
The moon came, now it's the right time, and by the right time, I mean it's like nine
It's pipe time, so we hit the road, got the addy and proceed to go
Ducking all through the backstreets, to them bad tings and them freaky hoes
Made a right, and it was pitch black
Hit the brights, and made a dispatch
We outside, she like where you at, gon and park the car and head to the back
I put the jimmy back in my back pocket, by the Ben Frank in my black wallet
Grab the strap, put it in my boxers, slam the car door and then got to walking
My partna stop cause his phone rang, and I stop too, Im like cmon mane
The worst part and what was so lame, we got a voicemail from our homie saying...
The worst part and what was so lame, we got a voicemail from our homie saying...
Texts from my ex's, that's Alexis, and she down to flirt
Down to twerk and she a pop it tho, for the Pappadeaux and a ride home
In the mix with this other chick, that Im really contemplating sliding on
Warmed her up like leftovers when I crept over on the last time
All I needed was a little weed and the conversation just past time
And I'm always on to home run, and the moans come and the morn come
Sun rise and her brown thighs and her brown eyes, but she so dumb
Anyways, man I'm in a daze cause I hit the blunt fore I f*ckin drove
Swerving hard on the boulevard, in Toyota cars down primrose
Pulled up to my nigga house and we plotting up like usually
Dividends and them Benjamin's and her many friends is what I'm use to
Her as in this thick bitch that he knew and met from a while ago
Hit us up with a simple text, for a later move that we could slide up on
Back to topic, she love to pop it, and she know she poppin with the f*cking moves
Told a nigga we should roll a swisher, we could smoke it with her when we come to cool
And she said that it was three of them, and we should be with them later that night
I was hoping for a happy ending, tryna mack and hit it, hope it's so tight
Hope it's so right for the o-ccasion
Uh huh's and okays and, all that cause I'm so patient
But f*ck patience cause I want ya naked
I wanna face it in the night time, when the sun leave and that night shine
The moon came, now it's the right time, and by the right time, I mean it's like nine
It's pipe time, so we hit the road, got the addy and proceed to go
Ducking all through the backstreets, to them bad tings and them freaky hoes
Made a right, and it was pitch black
Hit the brights, and made a dispatch
We outside, she like where you at, gon and park the car and head to the back
I put the jimmy back in my back pocket, by the Ben Frank in my black wallet
Grab the strap, put it in my boxers, slam the car door and then got to walking
My partna stop cause his phone rang, and I stop too, Im like cmon mane
The worst part and what was so lame, we got a voicemail from our homie saying...
The worst part and what was so lame, we got a voicemail from our homie saying...
Writer: Martellis Tucker
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