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This for my bitches, straight bussin' out the Prada Lot of niggas tryna ride right beside her I'll do right beside her, no desperado Ain't no puttin' on, still, the money real long So tell me who will have the upper hand When your friends treat you better than a nigga can? Baby goin' hard, so they gotta come realer Mad black spider, doin' donors like dealer Ring, ring bells, we humble the best men Penthouse suite, stayin' at the west end Pull up with some throws, the girls and Destin Bitches seein' stars, it's givin' impressions, huh? Satin sheets and fever dreamin' Private when you fly away Spent the weekend tryna please you Didn't even smile babe, so Tonight, when I have one more I'ma take the shot for you, you, you (take one shot for you) When I hit you back then You asked why I gotta drive you crazy Now you callin' times ten Say someone saw me at the lot, lil' baby And let somebody tell ya I was all over someone new And let somebody tell ya 'Cause somebody told you the truth, oh, whoa Satin sheets and fever dreamin' Private when you fly away Spent the weekend tryna please you Didn't even smile babe, so Tonight, when I have one more I'ma take a shot for you, you, you (take one shot for you) Satin sheets and fever dreamin' Private when you fly away (when you fly away) Spent the weekend tryna please you Didn't even smile babe, so (didn't smile, so, baby) Tonight, when I have one more I'ma take a shot for you, you, you (take a shot for you) (Take one shot for you, take one shot for-)
Writer(s): Alex Ben-abdallah, Veronica Vera, Zoi Kachet Harris, Destin Devon Conrad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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