Deezy K - Daytona Interlude (feat. Nahveyah & Kaydo Fr)

If I fly out to Dallas, she get out of Panties I want everything blue like the Atlantic
Still sellin' dog food, nigga, still trappin' I got some bad yellow bitches right outside the session
If you don't mind FaceTime, cause I hate textin' Call the play, Tank dell, I'm in Houston, Texas
You know that money come first, then the pussy second
And if I tell my bitch to eat it, she gon' pull up I don't like my bitch outside, I like my bitch put up
She transparent with a nigga just like Sandra Bullock I think you perfect for the moment, lovin' you is easy
Symbolize a water sign, know that pussy leaking Hardest part is tryna figure out where I'ma keep you
Somewhere our feet up in the sand like Daytona Beach
We was fuckin' every night, I won't even speak Tryna take you coast to coast, fuck Daytona Beach
You got a friend, I got my niggas, I think they should meet
If I wasn't gettin' paper, would you fuck with me? Went to Houston, up on Bobby, would you go Whitney
Lotta niggas be flow, but you still get me Got some shows out the city, would you go with me
Would you go with me? Would you go with me? Said you blocked me last year, but you still hit me
Navi, I pre-med, put it in her kidney Navi, I dope dick when you feelin' sickly
You the one gettin' chose, but you not a pick me Hella bottles in the section, hella niggas with me
You the baddest in the world, girl, that's why you with me Track one, bounce forever, girl, you havin' me geeked
Got her geeking, like Nahveyah, she brought the pack from Deezy? What's the reason
She love the sauce on her like Polynesian Know you had her for about a week, but that's cause you the weakest
Know that if she pullin' up with me, it's probably on the weekend I ain't in the business of tryin' to read your conscience, and
I ain't tryin' to pull up to understand your logic I ain't one of them niggas that tryin' to come and catch your pockets
I ain't used to flexin, but she ride me like a bike, uh, uh, uh The baby ride it like she cycling, uh, uh
I'm bout to put a hundred miles on it, uh, uh Them titties got a hundred rounds in them
I just get that bus and it's a shootout in the city All I want is blues like that Green Stripes sweater
Know he treat you good, baby, I can treat you better Feel the way you talk about him, know he got you fed up
And if I fly her to Atlanta, get exactly what she want, huh If I fly her to Dallas, she gettin' out her Panties
I want everything blue like the Atlantic Still sellin' dog food, nigga, still trapping
I got some bad yellow bitches right outside the section If you don't mind FaceTime, cause I hate texting
Got a play tank Dell I'm Houston Texas You know that money come first, then the pussy second

Written by:
DaKelvin Jenkins, Kaydo FR, Nahveyah Graham

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