Paroles: Young Rome. Food for Thought. In My Car.

Hey, [Incomprehensible]
So girl, so sexy

Man, I pull up to the lot with my system crankin'
Niggas, posted up just smokin' and drinkin'
Ghetto queens wearing Apple Bottom jeans
Some of the phatest asses that I ever seen

She working with a machine, shawty got a whole team
Pulling up in a Hummer Limousine
Nichole, La Shawn, Aisha, Keisha, Refeka
Precious nice to meet cha

Your body?s stupid in LD?s classin'
It's fly and its night time and you wearing sunglasses
Now let me see your eyes girl, damn, they hazel
Now, let's take a ride, girl

Tell your homies, we'll be right back
Damn, you just wanna up and leave like dat?
I just wanna get to know you, ma
I got a few things I wanna show ya, ma

In my car, don?t look to hard
'Cause my jewels might blind you, girl
Kick back I?m caressing on your thighs
That?s right in my car

It's so many things I wanna do to you
Stop fronting you know, you want me too
Ya know, ya do in my car

We can hug, we can kiss, we can touch or crush
Forget about the club, I hope you not in a rush
You make a nigga wanna sing grind me again
Telling me how you was an IMX fan

Your body language is hypnotizing
Jeans so tight, how you get those thighs in?
Ankle bracelet and you got your tongue pierced
You got a sexy voice, damn, you so fierce

Your heads stroking my leather interior
On the real, I?d love to be into ya
I mean literally 'cause visually you killin' dem be
And I know you feeling me

Like a blind man fingers to braille
Whatever goes down between us I won't tell
It?ll be our little secret on the low
We can get on some freak shit

In my car, don?t look to hard
'Cause my jewels might blind you girl
Kick back I ?m caressing on your thighs
That?s right in my car

It's so many things I wanna do to you
Stop front but you know, you want me too
On the low we can get on some freak shit in my car