J'vell Boyce - Pacific Coast Highway lyrics

[HOOK: Daniel Caesar] I thought I told you don't take it too far Don't take it too far I thought I told you (through the city with the top down) Don't take it too far Don't take it too far I come to you as friend, not foe Just thought that I would let you know... I come to you as friend, not foe Just thought that I would let you know... [VERSE 1: Sean Leon] Okay, no pa**engers in this Porsche papi Pill poppin' them pills partner p**y poppin' that Porsche coupe Porsche wheel looking real proper Pardon me but my real father never gave a f** He never been bothered UH, had me feeling like, UH Had me feeling like what the f** you want want want want UH I'm that type of n***a To k** a keyboard k**a Watch what you typing, n***a Look, My dogs never blog They just hog b**hes Then they hit em raw Then they dodge, all of your b**hes, uh The moon and the sky never had no sh** on I Never ever, never I So whoever, ever, tries Will forever, ever, die Guard your wife with your life Cause I'll feed her little lies then destroy your little life I am I I'm the I In the win you'll never eye I may see over heads But there is nobody over me Ninelevenne GPS'ing on the dash Do I find my way to heaven or my way into some a**? [Bridge x 3] Pa**engers in this Porsche Pa**engers in this Porsche Pa**engers in this Porsche Pa**engers in this Porsche Ain't no pa**engers in this Porsche I thought I told you... [Interlude] [VERSE 2: Sean Leon] Feeling like it's happened Cause back when I was rapping, I was never getting p**y Now the p**y's never absent Now the p**y come with accents If she ain't fully mixed, she a fraction Foreign features and the fashion Got me stunting on the women from my past tense Got me thinking about the women I was having And how you'll never get to have them sh**, this is how I had them Like coke, how I bagged them Got throat was my anthem Got throat cause I'm handsome And had some bands for the dancers Heavy is the head, n***a Porsche coupe p**y pop like the who*es do She gon' hit me every time a n***a touching down All this p**y on my lap, got to sort through Part 2 Bet she picking my pickle, I pick apart you p**y n***as, I'm popping, I'm like Pac was Swerve in my lane, I might park you Partly cause my apartment was down in the basement There with my partners But now we done came up, k**ing the rap game Poking the carca** Sick of this fame sh** but that be the same sh** you n***as wanting b**hes begging for dick, n***as begging for mercy I'm begging no pardons PORSCHE 911 ni**a [HOOK: Daniel Caesar]