Lil Pretzel - I

I don't know I just
I'm kind of feeling her aromas
I, think about calling you
So I wrote this song for you
I can't sing without autotune
But I, I, I, I
I give goosebumps like the bookstore
She know my sh*t bumps singing all my hooks bro
We can get lunch what you gotta cook for
Get dressed up she be serving looks h*e
It go na, na, na, na, na
We can eat Chick-fil-a or Benihana's
If you stressed out tell me what's the problem
You can ride my face squirting till I solve it honest
I be heating up like saunas
In the stu think of you I'm dripping agua
I ain't gon' disrespect somebody's daughter
But I can give you this work like Rihanna promise
That's only if you want some
Beat it up, beat it up like a drum, drum
Eat it up, eat it up like it's brunch, brunch
Heating up, heating up I'm going dumb, dumb
Yea Yea
I, think about calling you
So I wrote this song for you
I can't sing without autotune
But my heart I give it all to you
I, I, I love you
I, think I'm in love with you
I cant sing without autotune
But I, I, I, I
Big chilling we some freshmen
In college getting knowledge she give lessons
Slow riding providing love and affection
50 cent ask twenty odd questions yes, yes
Upgraded we some sophomores
Team deathmatch baby I go hardcore
My heart's jumping, it's bugging be doing parkour
Yea we touching and loving be screaming encore, encore
Elevated we some juniors
Wish I met you impressed you a lil sooner
Provide love and protection from all the shooters
You know I'm outta this world, I be on lunar losers
Final stage we some seniors
Dummy loving my funny loving demeanor
Yea they crushing stay bugging she Billy Jeaned 'em
If they touch her swinging on 'em like Serena keep up
I, think about calling you
So I wrote this song for you
I can't sing without autotune
But my heart I give it all to you
I, I, I love you
I, think I'm in love with you
I cant sing without autotune
But I, I, I, I
Third verse it don't get worse
Gucci bag, diamond rings with a big purse
I know they mad, in they bag yea they big hurt
I feel like Ash, catch 'em all chain on blizzard yessir
Aromas, feelings, I caught 'em all
Baby I can take you places like the Taj Mahal
Crazy baecations all summer long
I go apesh*t like my boy King Kong rings on
Pick you up two seater
Give you up, nah you know I really need ya
Ignore the jawns, dummies, chickens, and christinas
I wrote this song for my clam named Sophia eat up
You know they hate when they see us
Perpetrating, hating cause they wanna be us
We knock it out the park like our name was Jeter
My clam so fine she didn't pay the meter eat up
Haha
That last line was corny
So I wrote this song for you
Haha

Written by:
Chet Pajardo II

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