Our Year

Yea I know I’m late but I’m not sorry ohh yea nah... Yea I know I’m late but I’m not sorry I ain’t ruin no party I just had to park the Rari By the hydrant hit the lobby Baby i ain't ya average citizen now I’m reconsidering I want you on my dinner plans You can you call it fate no ladi dadi Thought of you on top me Switching topics Drips of toppings dropping On ya body You say lick it off me Got do you elegant Them other dudes irrelevant That dress on you look devilish I know that you was heaven sent Who say freaks can't be saints in the streets I know you was the one I had to meet Yea Yea Yea You calling me for that T.L.C. We ain't even gotta creep We don't even need them sheets Yea You crave I get inside ya body After you gave sloppy toppy Now my dick inside ya taking leaps Ride on top me, Copy! Got me water properly, now we getting deep You ain't getting sleep til you getting sleep [Shadow Talk] All right do the dougie on em and if they liars throw the bungee on em [Message to the Past Reflection-Dance and Let them hang] Yea I speak that gutta too shorty know i'm comin thru Ima cop a box of juice [Shadow Talk] a zip of haze I can bust for days we f*ck to Lemonade, Bey got the waves Then the mixtapes of the golden age and Imma go savage like the olden days [Evolved Form] And this is what mean Shorty not a queen she the Empress of my dreams Yea.... My taste expensive so it seems Let me caress ya by ya seams [Expensive Tailoring by God] Not defensive by them things that be rachet im the captain to her seas [right away] Ain't no captions but what happened while we dancin was extreme You cannot capture in a meme, yea and We both about [to/the] C.R.E.A.M Pay homage to Supreme Drip Drip [inneundo/clothes] Whip Whip [inneundo/cars] Big Cribs Clothes Cars Large chips Yea Yea Yea We getting there We click Lets mix Talk shit Make flicks Take trips This This This is our year