Highspeed

Ménage à, Ménage à, Toi, DJ St laurent, High Speed

Ménage à, Ménage à, Toi, DJ st laurent, High Speed

High Speed, driving while she texting, Sweetheart in the passenger, legs spread looking for sexing

I'm in and out like intersection, she looking at me, playboy like, where's all that protection

From the back, yeah the back I never saw, her hands behind her back, she's undoing in her bra

She says fuck it, just give it to me raw, bare chested, looking at me, say she wants it raw

Now she's riding me, slip it inside of me, I'm speeding on the highway, you know I'm fucking swerving

Cause my hands is on her breast and I'm feeling every curve in her body, my little hip hop hottie

This dark skinned thing that I met in a party, dancing with her friends and she's moving so naughty

Eyes that scream don't text me, sext me, lips looking like two pills of ecstasy

Get high, so high, just let time fly. We ride, oh my, just walk on by

And all the ladies in the club that wanna fuck tonight, just get on and ride

And if you stinking ass hoes, stop actin right we gonna kick em off to the side

Why all these niggas wanna creep me on the low low, trying to approach my girl, man, that's a no no

Death before dishonor we ain't talking to them po-po's, and if you're tryna to fly, go and kick it with them dodo's

I'm just trying to catch a fade up off that endo, a little bit of puncheon rum because I said so

Fill up my cup, three fingers and nothing less ho, fuck the front man, we coming in the back

Now fill that wood with the broccoli, having blue dream appiffanys

The way the light hit the bud like something sent from up above, shining brighter than your bitch's shit from Tiffany's

That shit you got looking like Oscar the Grouch, where'd you find it, nigga

Up under the couch, go put it back, cause we ain't smoking on no dust bunnies

Matter of fact, bounce out this bitch, you looking real funny

Still tipping, still dripping, catch me slipping through them lanes

In the wide body Benzy, wearing up all of my chains

Wood grain on my dash, your girl's hand on my stash

Got her smoking the blunt, filled with nothing but hash

Now it's time to get my mac on, either you giving it up or it's time for you to get gone