C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic and P. Henry Trotter IV - Water

(Verse 1 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
Thirsty, ain't even the word
Been Fiendin' for that pussy ever since you kicked a nigga to the curb
Fine wine, it get better wit time
I know if I taste it, i'ma rub my whole face in it
That'd be my pleasure, it must be the weather

When ever it'd storm, you would perform
We would be freaks and fuck til we sleep
Wake up at 10, and do it again
Break up wit me i'ma fuck all ya friends

More empty threats, bottles regret
Various drugs, anonymous sex
Surrounded by water, if I was a state
I would be Florida, Maybe Hawaii, some where wit beaches
You know I'm facetious

There go I go again writing checks, when I got the cash
Y'all can kiss my ass, bitch I'm bossin' up
cnd i'ma take my time, I'ma incubate it
Radar Scheme, that's my lil baby

Bumpin' Ty Dolla, throw the deuces nigga I'll holla
Dave the entertainer, C.O.D. Decatur
Boy the music so cold, niggas need a sweater
clways keep heater, always keep a Diva
Lose cause I treat her, like I don't need her
Mama keep sayin a nigga need Jesus, she prolly right
Know she raised a damn Heathen

Pray for me, Sam Mccree left sumtin' in the safe for me
New bit, suck my dick, shawty say she taste money

(Verse 2 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
Wet wet, wet wet, and say I ain't even had her best yet.
Water, water water, home grown peach, sweet deep in GEORGIc

Mama, from The Ivory Coast, daddy black but that's all she know
Said that nigga wasn't never round, I'm like mine either, while we blow some reefer
Turnin' up and while we at port, her home town like a beach resort
They love me here but I don't speak the language
Translator name Benjamin Franklin

Fuck what ever y'all niggas thankin', hetero and women ain't complainin'
Scuse me while I kiss the sky, sparkin' up like it's 4th of July
Switch the flow like switch the whip, like I switch my crib, like I switch my bish
Studio I rebuilt the shit

Field Of Dreams for these fucking hits
Sanctuary for these bad bitches, cctuary think fast nigga
What they do when you Bron and Mav Nigga
Flow went numba one to Cavs nigga!!!
I'M KING

(Verse 3 P. Henry Trotter IV)
Remind me of that time that I almost died. I fell in the well.
You can be there for me, but it don't mean a thing if I can't help myself.
The substance is fluid, ugh.
I can't catch my footing, ugh.
Don't perform like no rookie, put foot on they neck and don't give up no cushion.
I'll pull up in a J, double E, finish with P.

Shawty let's fuck in my JEEP.
You remind me of something, keep that sh*t coming. Rumble.
Young man, you rumble.
Jungle, Wakanda.
That's my lil' momma.

Don't spill that shit on her dress, bitch.
Yasss, bitch.
UGH.
93, gas me.
Sweet little peppermint, sing it like Patty.
Sing it like Gladys.
Room fulla baddies, sexy and sassy,
mmm, is that lemonade?

Take some more money, I know I done paid.
Wait.
Whew.
Boy, I am blazed.
From, “Can I come over?”, to “Won't you just stay?” For a lil' while.
Lemme flip it like Dominique Dawes.
Let that sh*t drip, bitch, don't cut me off!

Written by:
FREDERICK RHODES, SAMUEL ALLEN

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