Letras

Yeah, Baby what you do to me, Take a ride with me in my car, Dont take it wrong i'm a star, I want you baby go hard, Lets take a ride off to mars, Couple hate you baby I may, Everybody left, I'll take you, You backed out of a lot of relations, and we ain't got a relation baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, What you do to me Take a ride with me in my car, Dont take it wrong i'm a star, I want you baby go hard, Lets take a ride off to mars, What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby Change your life, change your life Type of shit that i do, Make you fall in love Type of shit that i do, You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs, You make me feel like i'm on top of the world, Need a nigga like Durk, yeah We could start a family, OTF yeah He be off lean, still work yeah Thats good pussy, good stroke yeah All you bitches mad, I came through and I lock you down, I hold you down I got you baby, thats right Walk, walk, real rider, cool right beside me, Yeah, thats my baby I don't need no other driver don't need cash i just buy Balnciaga's He a savage, I love everything about him like. . . What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, What you do to me Take a ride with me in my car, Dont take it wrong i'm a star, I want you baby go hard, Lets take a ride off to mars, What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby Toss up Henny, so I can make love to you Like, fuck up my nigga you fuck with a savage So ima go crazy they fuck with you, Me you, no others, cool Dance, love, baby I want you, Truth or dare so its true, Wanna blow that pussy like a flute, I wanna lay down on it, rapper sing on it, put a ring on it No Beyoncé, We can be like Kim and Kanye Except you can be my fiancé Balenciaga's you can hide a joint, my show money you can't afford, real shit, ain't just recording, just made 2 hundred off touring These bitches back on they phones fake girls I love the fibbers, Take hands of singles, I blow it, Man I can't wipe these hoes, and she know it She want a relation and I'm all for it Baby what you do to me. . . What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, What you do to me Take a ride with me in my car, Dont take it wrong i'm a star, I want you baby go hard, Lets take a ride off to mars, What you do to me, baby What you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
Writer(s): Durk D Banks, Julius Iii Rivera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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