Interstate Penetration ft. August Fanon Lyrics

Hey, you gonna let me pick you up

Aight

I gotta get out of this crazy home first

I'm gonna get the keys and Imma be on my way baby

Shit, fuck up out of here

Tried to understand woman logic

Trying to figure out if that's the dumbest problem

Tryna fondle on them under garments, my hand is the paddle

My lap is the saddle my plans will have you dazzled

I rarely think of cost when I see your face

Tally up my thoughts when I take you on dates

I keep going like I never heard These are the Breaks

Gripping on cheeks better known as the cakes

I'm not tryna to be misogynistic

She don't listen to rappers be claiming they robbing niggas

Whenever we together she say I'm her nigga

She tryna figure out if my heart or the sun is bigger

I let her figure that out while I roll up green flower

One day out the week I send her multicolored cream flowers

4 times a month 32 times a year

I never wanna see my baby tears

Five times a day I want to be in her ribs

Why try to hate when ladies love my career

Interstate 55 I'm gripping thighs

She wanna go in the hotel room because she getting sick of rides

DON'T be looking in my eyes during the love making

Close ya eyes I'm never pump faking hesitate

The sizzle hit her pretty face so now I jumped bacon

Right before that, things escalating

Interstate 94 sucking my soul

Got the Badu Box dripping like a runny nose

Coming close to first base, and if that's the case

Drive down 290 like we in space.

You know I'm a Out West legend, baby

Namsayn, Just because I picked you up when we was out east that don't mean shit

I gotta go turn these keys back in though baby I'm out of here

I ain't got to fuck you on the first night, it's all good HAHAH

See, I told you I'm not crazy