R.I.E - Can I Fornicate

Drop the top then I slide off in the whip
Bad bitch fully clothed, I make her strip
Hit the beach then I let her take dip
If she takes a seat I lick the salt off of my lip
I don't bitch
I don't moan
I don't trip
Call me "Blockbuster" cause I got the fucking clips
We can have a shootout in the street where you live
Tried to tell you bitches that I don't give a shit
End ya life, roll the credits then I fucking zip
Tell that bitch "Don't hate."
Can't you fucking tell I'm tryna Californicate?
Open up the engine like some fucking floodgates
All this fucking power I can't even drive straight
V8 - don't know nothing about brakes
This bitch must be vegan, she don't know what's at stake
If she ain't fucking then she gets the interstate
All that fucking walking gonna get her into shape
So many fish in the sea and I'm looking like some bait
Throw these hundred dollar bills like I'm Bill Gates
If she got a friend - in the coupe I make space
LGBTQ - I take an L any day
Rockstar lifestyle every day
I hit the stage
I get paid
I get laid
In that fucking order then I do it all again
Got nothing to lose but I got it all to gain
First I make her blow
I make it snow
I make it rain
I'm just tryna drive the weather man insane
Take over the world like Pinky and the Brain
If it ain't foreign get the fuck up out of my lane
Tried to tell you bitches that I ain't fucking playing
Man I hippity hop
To the tippity top
Cause I'm quick with the Glock
And I'm picking the lock
You can dig it or not
Your bitch licking the cock
And she's getting on top
And she ride it non-stop
Hear the clip and the clop
Man I drip and I drop
And you flip and you flip
You can crip, you can clot
But you'll still never pop
Cause that pistol's a prop
Hear the tick and the tock of the ma'fucking clock
On and on and on
Same old dance but different song
It goes
On and on and on
Same old gas but different bong
It goes
Can I fornicate?
Without a fucking date?
We right here face to face
Right time and right place
Some might hesitate
Some might say "Let's wait"
But I ain't got the time to wait
So how about we call it fate?
I got one last pill that I can pop (Yeah)
After this I'ma have to call the doc (Yeah)
He said it's cool because he knew me from the drop (Yeah)
Had a check up and he slipped it in my sock (Yeah)
I ain't sneeze
I ain't wheeze
I ain't cough (Yeah)
Middle finger when I pull up on the cops (Yeah)
Add the index finger when I pull up on the block (Yeah)
Still don't ask me for no motherfucking guap (Yeah)
You ain't get the picture, I'ma have to fucking crop

Written by:
Riaz Carter

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