She Told Me To Recline So I Had To Let Back The Seat Lyrics


She Told Me To Recline So I Had To Let Back The Seat Lyrics. Main Song Words Are She Told Me To Recline So I Had To Pay Back The Seat She Told Me To Recline So I Had To Pay Back The Seat.

She Told Me To Recline So I Had To Let Back The Seat Lyrics

She want Celine, she want the GucciI ride with some hundreds on me, I got the blue cheesePull up in a Jeep, I put it on 4GI want your body, gimme slop top on the front seatWe gone f^^k for an hour then we gon’ move to the back seatWhen you give me a lap dance, baby, watch for the gat, pleaseRun it back, run it back, run it back, run it back like a track meetBae, relax me, you ain’t gotta ask me, huh

G-G huh, I blew her back outf^^kin’ that bitch got her tappin’ outGot me bustin’ like the bustin’ the racks outI got her ridin’ in the four door, huhDraped in designer, no Polo, huhI was in the Wraith, had the White OutBought all the cars off of cocoI gotta drape you upShe got bae but she naked with usI got diamonds, gon’ drip on the p^^^yKeep ’em in the cutI keep a bad foreignShe know that she comin’, of courseHad to throw that fat ass in the PorscheGot her face down, that ass to the northYeah, yeah

She want Celine, she want the GucciI ride with some hundreds on me, I got the blue cheesePull up in a Jeep, I put it on 4GI want your body, gimme slop top on the front seatWe gone f^^k for an hour then we gon’ move to the back seatWhen you give me a lap dance, baby, watch for the gat, pleaseRun it back, run it back, run it back, run it back like a track meetBae, relax me, you ain’t gotta ask me, huh (Dolla $ign)

She want Celine (‘Line)I’m the Celine King (‘Line king)Eat the p^^^y with my grill onPut it all on my bling bling (Bling bling)I call her my lil’ mama, she want a Balenciaga (Ooh yeah)Sippin’ saké at the ‘Bu ’cause we can’t go to Benihana’s2020, 720SIt’s a race car (Car), better yet it’s a jetTint my windows black (Black), gimme toppy at the light (Skrrt)Is you into that? Baby, pull them panties to the sideWe go rounds like some boxing sh^t (Sheesh)But I give you way more than three minute increments (Three)I spent a hundred on a ring on my pinky (Ring)She said she love me every time when I’m leavin’ (Leave)I’m a f^^king s^x symbol (Sheesh)

She want Celine, she want the GucciI ride with some hundreds on me, I got the blue cheesePull up in a Jeep, I put it on 4GI want your body, gimme slop top on the front seatWe gone f^^k for an hour then we gon’ move to the back seatWhen you give me a lap dance, baby, watch for the gat, pleaseRun it back, run it back, run it back, run it back like a track meetBae, relax me, you ain’t gotta ask me, huh

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