The Feeling - Rap Game #15 lyrics

She's intense Easy on they eyes But I look through tints She's looking for a prize prince Shining like a gem I got my stunna shades in place To watch the way she ride Imaginary stick shifts GC and the Fin Fin She's got her hair crimped Stilettos on point I'm leaning back Connecting legos on joints Twisting swishers Blowing sacks of that drizzle And whipping toys Ain't have to drop the stack To tap the middle Pivot pack the swivel Feeling get back the dribble She looking at me Through the compact In the back of the limo I'm packing something With one to match I keep for the get low Reciproco the lick low Let me make your thighs Divisible by mine That I only use with you For the time But I'm thinking tonight So let's go Got that fuego And that petro Couple pesos And my checks So fresh Our minds so connected She can hear my echo By the time we hit the sheets She reach her peak Before I let go Wash, rinse, repeat Whipped cream And Very Special