Dreezy - FENTY SEX lyrics

[Intro] See, baby You ain't gotta hide I seen who you are You beautiful I love you [Chorus: Smino] Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh (Baby) Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh Backwoods and white tees on my rider Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh Now let me find out you a pyro, oh You blunt as f**, you playin’ with fire-oh, oh Light that a** up like some sativa Girl, a**ume the procedure Lower regions my leisure [Verse 1: Smino] Let me give you this gyro Hold on, look up my flight code Snap me that in the airport Almost ran in a light pole Say she never been to Disneyland f** her in the air 'til she dizzy, damn I don't really be with that goofy sh** All on the Tweety, tryna post a pic Stroke so dope, got motion sick We in theaters, a motion pic Musketeers, new booty whip, coupe and sh** This could be me and you She love how I move the whole venue I’m in the throat like halls, Arsenio I'm supposed to be home soon But that yeah-yeah so mhm [Chorus: Smino] Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh Backwoods and white tees on my rider Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh Now let me find out you a pyro, oh You blunt as f**, you playin' with fire, though Light that a** up like some sativa Girl, a**ume the procedure Lower regions my leisure [Bridge: Smino] Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby [Verse 2: Dreezy] See, baby, I ain't hiding I was crazy when you met me It's just that I love the D I mean, I love you, baby He know I ain't doing no back and forth (Hah) Laid up on 'em like we on the court (Hold up) Sex game had me going hoarse Dick so good, gotta ask for more Woods and a fifth while we on the porch UK only time I pa** a port And he knew what it was when he signed up Been breakin' hearts like plastic forks Put me up in yo’ schedule (Schedule) Told him come meet ’round 7 (7) Ain't rocking nothing but your sweater I heard it might rain, you should bring a umbrella (’Brella) That yelling sh** just get me wetter (Wetter) Make up s**, Fenty the preference (Preference) Throwin' up his and her bezels No limit on him or the debit That n***a'll buy me the world if I let him He know I'ma get the sh** bussin’, no fee-fee (Ridin') Told him I'm ridin', Kiki (Love me) Drippin' designer, CC, GG A savage like Riri (Do you love me?) Body look glittered in gold (Gold) That money like me, it won't fold Ass like a cinnamon roll, head and p**y game cold [Chorus: Smino] Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh Backwoods and white tees on my rider Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh Now let me find out you a pyro, oh You blunt as f**, you playin' with fire, though Light that a** up like some sativa Girl, a**ume the procedure Lower regions my leisure [Outro: Smino] Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby