Otipap - Midnight at Sherry's lyrics

[Hook 1: Otipap] She milly rockin on my co*k yeah 20 grand on the spot yeah f** with me you get shot yeah Second round cop an awp yeah [Verse 1: Otipap] Making all the moves what can I say b**h im in her mouth just like colgate Man i might just bust up on her face Got that kickback on the AK We making that money payday Put ice on a rollie someday Im hitting your b**h from the back Im beating that p**y lil mac I might just cop me a ferrari The mud got me slow like atari Yo b**h and she ride like a jockey The coup when i hotbox it foggy I might just pull up with the tommy Spray down at your house k** your mommy My wave and it more like tsunami No headshots i aim at your body k** you and your boy i ain't sorry This rap sh** is more like a hobby [Hook 2: Ceezy] She milly rockin on my co*k 20 grand on the spot f** with me you get shot Second round cop an awp [Verse 2: Ceezy] Your b**h sitting on my lap yeah Ceezy this neva that Yeah im always with my gat b**h i ain't no democrat n***a i always rock designer Eat a** like fine diner Your b**h fine but my b**h finer Need to drop her shes a whiner Out here round midnight We k**ed this sh** just something light Now her man wanna fight Jit looks like a f**ing dyke n***as know that im the plug Dancin around like she drugged Wanna get my dick rubbed But she only gets a hug Im always in the zone Now this girl just wanna bone Put on my headphones I dont wanna hear moan [Hook 3: J.G.G] She milly rockin on my co*k 20 grand on the spot f** with me you get shot Second round cop an awp [Verse 3: J.G.G] Midnight at sherrys yeah Im popping her cherry yeah Shooting at the ops Knowing damn never stop Glock 18 with team While we sipping lean Pull up on the scene, got your b**h being freaky Now she on my tip and she getting all leaky Imma roll with squad bout to be looking like gods 10 shots never stop Shoot them up watch them drop Then get some top Got your b**h wet get the mop Its john the god The boy with the big a** rod Getting that mullah now rollie looking colder f** her in the a** then i bust on her shoulders Pockets like boulders Guns like soldiers Got hungover Got mad twisted gotta Glock in my holster We roll up on you and that be over [Hook 4: Jay-Y] She milly rockin on my co*k 20 grand on the spot f** with me you get shot Second round cop an awp [Verse 4: Jay-Y] Im too good she s** on my wood We sippin this lean This my team We chasing these dreams Call me ocean We out here causing commotion Her p**y bust open f**ing that b**h till my condom be broken Pull out game be strong b**h can't say im wrong Pound her like a gong Ill f** any b**h Ill k** any snitch She riding my dick Im hitting these lick f**ing these hoes Im taking control Cold like the poles Who do you know we run the show Its FSS you can get in line We run this sh** like its hammertime