Seshon - Cruisin

Put a little lean in your cup
Roll one up
Zooming when you see me
You see me
When you see me
Me in my lambiguni
You in your bakini
An if this place is laim
We doing a houdini
I hit it on the go
An everytime I'm high
She call me on the low
Just to get to you
These bricks I let it go
Boy bleeding blue
Heart is turning cold
And when she at the crib
She aint wearing any panys
She stay on ready
Ready for that cammy
An I'm a hold it shraight
Cause she know I'm pretty handy Always on our fly
Your boy in that caddy
I'm back on the block
So I'm back on the clock
Theirs no time to waste
So dont be in it for the chase
An when she act up
I put her in her place
All she really dieing for
Is something by her waist
She has the dirtiest mouth
With the sweetest taste
Let's keep this pace
I lean a little different
You could tell how i walk
I speak a little different
Compare how I talk
She could tell I'm a little gifted
She looking like a hawk
Locked up snatched up
I ain't trying to get caught
I lean a little different
You could tell how i walk
I speak a little different
Compare how I talk
She could tell I'm a little gifted
She looking like a hawk
Locked up snatched up
I ain't trying to get caught
She the attic in me
Shes proper
She always says please
She ain't like the fellas
Excuse my geez
Dinner at the keys
Beemer benz bentley
We driving all the beez
Dieing to know
Seshon who he be
I'm riding slow
She act like I ain't meet her
On that pole
That day I was wildin
Money to blow
An the way she moving
Sexy violent bold
An the way she flirting
The way she pose
The way she put herself together
I love her cholthes
Know this ain't bedrock
But im on my toes
I'm giving them the yes
But I'm on my no's
I know they going to see me
I know they going to want me
The way I move freely
Helicopter in the air
I know they gonna spot me
They never gonna stop me
I be leaning on them
Like that young tyson old rocky
I lean a little different
You could tell how I walk
I speak a little different
Compare how I talk
She could tell I'm a little gifted
She looking like a hawk
locked up snatched up
I ain't trying to get caught

Written by:
Joseph Arce

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