You don't have to feel bad for it If you don't decide to dissipate

Go ahead, give it all up to me Know you're like a desert, babe

Go ahead and I'm sorry you wanna get it I could have it, but I can't for you

I'ma call you up before this exit Don't let me catch you, I can brand new

You ain't got a ass, did you know I'm on my way? Got my hands behind my waist, now my ass is giving way

We don't have to crash if you keep trying to play Just to put me on my ass, just so you could get a taste

Now, do you have that rain jacket from high -low? The strap on your head and I'm leaving your mind blown

Now, he wanna monologue with him, yeah, I'm my clone, why? Nickname is Lolo, can we make it fly low?

I grip gang, Ms. Choke, I'm not beating no fly low I'ma lose my mind on it, can I take my time on it?

I'ma start breathing, he calling me psycho Now he fingering the key, pretty piece, maestro

Need a wheelchair when I leave, no need for light strokes Babe, all these bitches dead, so they can gyro

His head's spinning, check the engine, let me ride slow Don't spit no game when I'm the Chico, nigga

Just relax, I'ma call me with a pre -roll Don't act shy when you pull up on the freak

You look alive, Tash, though, I'm hot

L -O -V -E, Loco, never hot, girl Now you scream, my mami, don't stop

Under the ring and I'm still the master And he professor when I'm like Ms. Parker

I make it rain, he don't need a parka And bust a dip like I'm doing a drop, boy

Call me anytime you wanna get it I could have it rocking for you

I'ma call you up before this exit Don't let me catch you, I can run low

You ain't gotta ask, cause you know I'm on my way Got my hands wrapped around my waist

Now my ex is giving way, we don't have to crash If you keep trying to play, just to put me on my edge

Just so you could get a taste

Pull up and eat it again, no queen key Come home to me, let's fuck, no queen bee

I know you prefer it when I am on me But I made sure you could grip on my weave

Inches to my waist, tickle your face when I am grinding it

Cowgirl in reverse, make it a hearse I'd rather die in it

Take a minute, we could slow down, child Speed up, we could master it

It's your fucking world and I'm just out here getting smacked in it

So just roll on up, or I'ma call your bluff If you ain't in no rush, slide that thing up in my

Call me anytime you wanna get it I could have it rocking for you

I'ma call you up before this exit Don't let me catch you, I can run low

You ain't gotta ask, cause you know I'm on my way Got my hands wrapped around my waist

Now my exes give it way We don't have to crash

If you keep trying to play Just to put me on my edge

Just so you could get a taste