Damn you're cookin' baby, swear you got the fuckin' recipe
The way you doin' all that shit that I like
Upgrade the Patek to Philippe
Show you better things
I could be that one in your life
To change your mind and make it right
Swear I ain't tellin' you no lies
This ride look better with you inside
You remind me of my Jeep
Body on swole and that ass on beep, beep, beep
Can I go low when I touch down? Can I go deep in?
Can you keep them eyes on me?
You remind me of my Jeep
Body on swole and that ass on beep, beep, beep
Can I go low when I touch down? Can I go deep in?
Can you keep them eyes on me?
Two-pocket, can I buy you red bottoms?
Take you from the 'Gram, make you a real model
Swear I got you, know that I got you
Can I be a masseuse and rub on that body?
Can I lick the leg and lick the sushi like wasabi?
Oxtail and some ackee, Henny and some saki
I don't need utensils, I just eat it sloppy
Then I bend that body, makin' origami, mm
Damn you're cookin' baby, swear you got the fuckin' recipe
The way you doin' all that shit that I like
Upgrade the Patek to Philippe
Show you better things
I could be that one in your life
To change your mind and make it right
Swear I ain't tellin' you no lies
This ride look better with you inside
You remind me of my Jeep
Body on swole and that ass on beep, beep, beep
Can I go low when I touch down? Can I go deep in?
Can you keep them eyes on me?
You remind me of my Jeep
Body on swole and that ass on beep, beep, beep
Can I go low when I touch down? Can I go deep in?
Can you keep them eyes on me?
Written by: Anthony Clemons, Daniel Klein, Drew MacDonald, Mary Weitz, Matt CampfieldLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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