(Feltz)

We be in the sky
We be getting high
Baby girl do you want to fuck tonight?
We can make time fly by

Puffin on the cheese
I got her on her knees
She be doing her job
And she only blows for me

And you can try do you thing
But you won't get far
Even if you had all the bling
Or the convertible car

She's loyal, she's sticking
She go prison for me, She's pitching
If them ho's try it her finger itching
She don't talk to the police there's no snitching

She's my ride or die
And she ride me till she cry
She let me eat her apple pie
I think i got the munchies tonight

But thats just me in the zone
When we ain't together were on the phone
She gets all lonely when she's on her own
I had to go see her at home

In life we learn lessons
And meeting you is a blessing
No stressing slowly undressing
Thinking is there gunna be a wedding?

Huuh, or is there gunna be kids?
The weed is what i breath in
Lord knows i be sinning
But i tried switching it up singing

So let me just get my trainers tight
When your giving that brainers it feels right
Then we spoon all night
Eat you for breakfast at morning time

[Finished]