Satellite

I'm pulling up tonight I'm pulling up tonight, hey And I'm feeling alright I feel like pulling up tonight Outta place in my personal satellite, ay Feel like pulling up tonight Baby looking right, and her dress was looking tight, ay Orange floral dress I confess How you come in looking clean but we make a fucking mess Don't undress nah, don't undress Cause if we do we gonna do our first, second and next Don't hit the text, I don't even need to flex And she got ass, and I'm in class I had to s'math I woke and crashed, I'm in and out, Flash In a forty yard dash And this forty I smashed made me fall on my ass Hey hey hey Slow it down, raise it up and mow it down Had to Take her beauty, so she could hold it down Had to Get the world spinning, got my girl in it Oh shit, let me hit it hit it hit it hit it I feel like pulling up tonight Outta place in my personal satellite, ay Type, right? She my type like a typewriter She's igniter, lit like a lighter Oh damn oo She a licker and a biter I might hit her up, I might go and write her A letter, if she's better And she puts her ***** juice all on my sweater WOOOO Green in my pockets Looking kinda mean and I'm giving her my rocket Ooh stop it Drop it I copped it she topped it She hopped in, I'm in and out And we sipping on that concoction I'm in and out like a runner I'm taking shots like a gunner She so hot like a stunner And you know you can't one up Oh damn you know she want it Sometime she flaunt it Oh my God, I'm blowing ghost Shit she looking haunted, ooh In the city looking pretty Come get with me Lets get shitty, Kanye Twitty And you know she feeling gritty Now I'm in class And it's fantastic The teacher's in my ear I'll put it in her rear And we going up in here I feel like pulling up tonight Outta place in my personal satellite, ay Damn, sipping Henny, oo we ain't even done She blowing on me like confetti son On and on we keep it trill You know we is running She looking so stunning Don't know where we running Oh damn damn, we just ran into something