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I don't care about no messaging spree
Shawty, lay it on me
Mix the dirty with the clean

Shit, bruh, I was just- I was just getting into it too
Like can you- like the drums or something?

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I don't care about no messaging spree
Shawty, lay it on me
Mix the dirty with the clean
And I would dive into your arms right through the screen
Play a little bit mean
Get to laying on me

Tell me something
Would you maybe wanna find yourself up on the highway?
Take a trip down South
Louisiana, I can find time for the route

Know that I been waiting for a long, long time
Take you in the front seat while my left hand drive
I'm a slick motherfucker on the Georgia line
Front pedal, top down, and you Florida fine, yeah

My baby so cold she got cryo on her schedule
I'd make time but we just driving in my bedroom, uh
Do a little, uh
Make it look, uh
Make it look nasty
Hopping out the front, i'ma take you to the back seat

I've been speeding
Recklessly and I think you're the reason
Every time I see your face it's confirmation, stick the keys in
Stop my breathing
Open up the windows, let me see in
Every weekend, it's our secret, yeah

I've been speeding
Recklessly and I think you're the reason
Every time I see your face it's confirmation, stick the keys in
Stop my breathing
Open up the windows, let me see in
Every weekend, it's our secret, yeah

Well, I been free, I been so free here

Uh, yeah, well, I been free, baby, for some time now, yeah
Come with me, get you whatever you findin', uh
You could squeeze, under pressure I'm a diamond, shit, shit

You know I'm the shit
Still I gotta prove it to you, hop up in the whip
Give you a lil sum-sum, mix it down with this
I could never switch up on you, never touch the stick

Ooh, yeah, drivin' automatic
Switchin' up the scenery, what colour is your palette?
Baby, tell me, you know I been known to dabble for a minute
I been known to switch up positions and give my own rendition
A motherfuckin' magician, I mean it's covered in linen
And when I'm droppin the top on 'em, bae
You know you can't be sittin'
Yeah, stand the fuck up
Backin' it up in the back of the truck

My baby so cold she got cryo on her schedule
I'd make time but we just driving in my bedroom, uh
Do a little, uh
Make it look, uh
Make it look nasty
Hopping out the front, i'ma take you to the back seat

I've been speeding
Recklessly and I think you're the reason
Every time I see your face it's confirmation, stick the keys in
Stop my breathing
Open up the windows, let me see in
Every weekend, it's our secret, yeah

I've been speeding, speeding, speeding, speeding
I've been speeding, speeding, speeding, speeding

Writer(s): Kabir Parekh

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