Girl, I don't wanna drive I'm too lit
We don't need to stop, let's sip slow
I just caught a vibe at your crib
And you gon' decide when we get blown
I don't wanna drive I'm too late
Everything around wanna move slow
I just caught a vibe at your crib
All I wanna do is get you blown
I don't wanna drive I'm too lit
I just wanna vibe, I'm too blown
You all on my side and the truth is
You just need to slide on me slow
I don't need to drive I'm too lit
Caught up in a vibe, I'm too gone
Anytime I slide the truth is
You just need to ride on me slow
Shawty if I'm doing it, I'm doing it
You just need to ride on me slow
Tryna catch a vibe and you're just
Doing everything it takes to get blown
Let's get blown
(Looking at the ladies, all of them fly)
(Don't know which one I want y'all
I can't make up my mind, yeah)
(Looking at the ladies, all of them fly)
(Don't know which one I want y'all
I can't make up my mind)
You left me here
With nothing to spare
Taking shots in the morning, drinking these mimosas
Knowing damn well we was going at 4 o'clock and we was on it and
Damn right I was on it
Hand right on her thong, see at the standpoint I was going in
Flyin' in over my head and over my bed, you landed on it
You landed on it
Let's get, you baited me yeah
Debated if I should've stayed up in there
Thighs in the air and your makeup was smeared
Taking you there
'Til you're too drunk to drive home
You ain't making it there
I know they sleeping on you and they can stay unaware
I got you on my side and you wet like Poseidon
If I decide tonight is time for us
Then we'll do like the chorus
Let's get blown
Boy, where are you taking me?
Nah it's just a little spot right here
Pull up to (oh little spot, huh? Oh)
See the view? (Okay, I see you)
Shit fly, right? (Yeah, it's fire)
Sho' you right (you think you're so cute)
Yo so what's up, though, like? (What's up?)
I know you ain't come in this car
Just to sit and talk
I mean, I didn't but, what you wanna do?
I'm tryna take you to the back
To the back? Listen, I fuck with you
I really do, but I just-I know what you're 'bout
Nah trust me, nah, none of that
And Jalissa, I know you're fucking with her
Like you the only person on my mind I wouldn't even
Trust me I'm not even on that type of time
(I mean it sounds good)
The only person I'm really thinking about
That I'm really on right now, feel me?
I wouldn't even be
These just ain't words I'm speaking, you feel me?
You sure you wanna do this?
Yeah
So let's go
Writer(s): Daniel Webster, Mark Adams, Raymond Turner, Steve Arrington, Steve Washington, Daystar Peterson, Pharrell Williams, Calvin Broadus, Chad Hugo
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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