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Ooh Ooh, yeah Ooh Ooh And you know I got the My little baby be on it, ask what she gon' home with Twist, snag, I’m in the moment Fuckboy shit, she don't condone it Gimme that brain, know she got a diploma Pussy so good, make me fall in a coma Think about it, give a nigga a boner Work of art, she belong in a MOMA Type of girl you wanna bring to your mama She play it cool, never startin' no drama Love her 'cause she just be stackin' her commas President shit like Michelle and Obama Piña coladas when we in Bahamas We go to Nobu, don't do Benihanas Ain't gotta question, I know she a rider Anything that she need, you know that I got You gotta hit my line, line, line Shorty so fine, fine, fine Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine SongtexteShe gotta hit my line, line, line Shorty so fine, fine, fine Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine She gotta hit my— I thought you was up when I hit you (Up when I hit you) I was tryna pull up and come get you (Skrrt) Tryna get comfortable with you (Comfortable with you) Maybe live like a Huxtable with you (Huxtable with you) But I don't really know if I'm wit' it yet One thing for sure is that pussy is heaven sent (Heaven sent) You not the only girl that could get it wet I could get one to replace you, it’s evident (Evident) But I can't lie, she the realest This why I don't do the feelin's (Don't do the feelin's) I'm not with the young, I just seal it I was just thinkin' 'bout millions (Thinkin' 'bout millions, yeah) I don't want the stress, I done made it out I ain't got shit to complain about (Uh) All ice, diamonds pop, like they breakin' out Blue racks when I'm checkin' the bank account You gotta hit my line, line, line Shorty so fine, fine, fine Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine She gotta hit my line, line, line Shorty so fine, fine, fine Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine She gotta hit my— AK, he stay on this pivot Travel only for the ticket Smokin' weed, defying physics Yeah, I'm high, passing limits Save your life without a halo, a nigga just tryna go get it Sippin' Henny 'til I piss it, demigod, how I'm liftin' Nigga I'm passin' the limits, I'm treatin' this shit like a scrimmage Tell her "Let's skate", like its Venice, after like, "Reggie, I hit it" Back to her man now she chillin’ Fuckin' yo' bitch when I'm back on the road Niggas be fakin', they breakin' the code Tell her to back it up, I got the pole Rover Street niggas, but still got my soul You gotta hit my line, line, line Shorty so fine, fine, fine Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine She gotta hit my line, line, line Shorty so fine, fine, fine Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine She gotta hit my— Aus Songtexte Mania