Gucci Mane - Skirt lyrics

[Hook: Plies] You a real tall gla** of water Just looking at you made me thirsty Oh Lord shes the preacher's daughter But still I want her in the worst way She shouldn't have came her in the first place Special occasion it's her birthday I swear to God I'm glad I caught her Come blow the candles out baby [Verse 1 Plies] Ok, ok, ok, Animal ok, ok, Glamorous ok, ok She's the preacher's daughter, but I'm a ghetto star, ok She ain't going nowhere(why) because I just beat her raw, ok Hooked her on the first shot, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, ok I let her play Khloe, I just play Lamar, ok She just hit my cell (why) cause she done left her bra, ok I, I, I got her on quavo Got her with her shorts off, looking at her vajayo Driving with my fingers crossed hoping I don't go to hell I, I, I got her rolling I, I got her losing focus [Hook: Plies] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] She like a devil with her red dress I wanna get her in my incents And plus I was just too fresh She was flirting getting too fresh She the preacher daughter on the alter But, I spoil her like her father I school her like a toddler She with Gucci, so don't bother I go harder and grind harder I ride hard as she loving my persona The aroma, a Kush ammonia It's what she smells and I can't keep my hands off her (its Gucci) [Hook: Plies] [Verse 3 Plies] Red plus she bowlegged her cherry no pit, yea Caught on the six yep for later on the six, yea One thing I can say about her, shawty takes the stick, yea She was greener then a motherf**er now I got her talking slick She get it from her momma, all in the hips I love walking behind her, so I can see her twist I think I hit her kidneys the last time I ripped I felt kind of bad though, so I left her a tip Her Becky on steroids, that's little momma gift She don't like to drink it strong though, so I just let her sip 4 o'clock in the morning, that liquor had me stiff But that's my little baby she know how to make a grip [Hook: Plies]