(1st Verse)
I'm just cruisin' through my city wit' a bad bitch
Pretty face, skinny waist ass corn bread and cabbage
Ain't got all the money but she still lookin' lavish
Cuz I'm all about that cream like Italian
My closet filled with chap shirts and polo stallions
Collar shirt mobbin' when I'm leadin my battalion
I rock solo, dolo, in my polo when I go go
like a hot wheel make them tires peel, then the streets squeal
I had a long day, baby wear them high heels
And a short skirt, tie a knot in that white shirt,
like a school teacher, hold me after for dessert
I ain't gotta make the first move, she gone do it first
Show me that I'm what you want, and what you really worth
I'ma make you feel good, afterwards yout gon hurt
Even if I come first, She know how it work
Baby boo, get me up again I make her go gurt
When she make that face like she finna squirt
I speed it up like a oozy & get her wet as a jaqusie
Then she lay on her back, her left leg on my stomach
While I lay on my side so we relax while we f****n' (Then I'm just)
(Hook)
I'm just cruising' through my city with a bad bitch
Brains of a college girl, looks of an actress
Way above average, got me feeling lavish
Then I'm just cruising through my city with a bad bitch
Crusing through my city wit' a bad bitch (3xs)
Every time I hug her we end up back on that mattress
Then I'm just cruising through my city wit' a bad bitch
(2nd Verse)
I'm jus idin' round my city wit' a dime
you can tell by the way she look in the mirror that she one of a kind
no guy can ever treat her as good as I
I can tell by the stars in them pretty ass eyes
whenever she look at mine, and in the summer time
the windows down cruisin' round my side of town
skin look like honey, and taste like honey
that p***y feel better than two hands full of money
it's tighter than a skully on my head in the winter
she know I'm rough handed but I touch her real gentle
my girl real sweet, but get real mental
she'll two piece a bitch like a chicken tender dinner
my down ass chick, yeah she a bad bitch,
get me anything I need back rubs out fits,
re-up, clean up, cuz I'm not that organized
not only is she bad but I know she ride or die
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024
