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Got me 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 real model
Swear that I got you, know that I gotchu
Can I be a masseuse? And rub on that body?
Can I lift the leg and lick the sushi like wasabi?
Oxtail and some ackee, Henny and some sake
I don't need utensils, I just eat it sloppy
Then I bend that body, makin' origami, hmmm
Got me 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?




