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Caskey
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Maybe (Prod by The Avengerz)
Ya, i understand it's evidence
That it's hard to escape the prism of my residence
Baby girl, she look heaven sent
But she a history nerd
And she like presidents
It's so evident
Eyes closed, forehead
Fold to the sediment, ass up
She know that i'm holdin' the elements
Lookin' for cheap thrills
And she don't want any letter but the E pills
And she know i keep bills
Keep steel for haters that wantin' me killed
Thrill ride, bitch i got an ill vibe
Kill time by poppin' things that are pill sized
Took the cap off the bottle and made a notion
Like sip this baby girl, that's Moscato
I've been known to go full throttle
Give it gas and pull models
And you might be interested in more follows
I looked at her and she said
Maybe
You don't wanna lay back
Hop up inside of this ride
This a Maybach
Maybe
Girl how you gon' say that
Try'na take the front seat
And lay way back
Maybe we should hit the bar
My crib it ain't that far
So maybe we should hit the car
Spend the night with a star
I looked at her
She said, Maybe
Got the body of a goddess
Intelligent girl, you must have went to college
Polishin' yo' physique
I say that possibly that you's a freak
You smile actin' like you ain't hear me speak
Baby know we can run it
I'm so intoxicated-ly blunted
And wanted in different states for things i did for the hundreds
But we all got a past
Bitch don't go judge me
Because i'm in notorious spots where lots of thugs be
Shit, that's my style
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The G's influence
A player plenty
I get wild for cheese
Tip the Henny back
California kush
Got partners out West that send me that
You interested in blowin' a twenty sack
Cause we can blow it all girl
I keep work like how you keep jerks
Failin' attempts to get in your skirt
I could hurt it if you let me
She said, 'Cas, boy you sexy but you ain't about to play me
So the answer's still'
So what you think you hot shit
Come 'round the club like you was different
Lifted above these hoes
Fuck that shit bitch, i'm pimpin'
I ain't worried about these bitches out here
And i ain't stressin' you
Fuck all that smooth talk bullshit that's impressin' you
I'm only worried about two things
Undressin' you and puttin' pressure on benches
I call it bench pressin' you, blessin' you
If you don't recognize
Then you out of the line
And need to get this fuckin' dick on you mind
Ho you a dime
But i'm a twenty sack
Ask me where my twenties at
Couldn't even find 'em
I got hundreds and yo' money wack
Honey back up
Out my face in this VIP section
When did this become yo' residence
It's evident it's not
I know that you hot
But you never had enough to keep both my eyes locked
Girl there's five spots
The face, the legs, the titties, the ass, the pussy
And if those ain't lookin' good, keep pushin'
She was like
Maybe we should hit the bar
Go back to your car if your crib ain't far
And i spend the night with a star
And you will show me that yo' dick ain't really up to par And i was like Maybe
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