CHRIS CRNZA & EL-TORO - Bret Hart Shades

Speeding bullet, leaping bounds over sunsets
Whats next? Shorty go insane when we bump chests

Sipping sour lemonade at the luncheon
Told me she was nasty and I loved it

Told'er Ima bag'er like some luggage, now we up and out the function
Lately all she talk about is brunching and custards

Became accustomed to the life in which we living
Way she snatched the soul on the road was unforgiving

Yo

We in the drop just sittin
Rolling weed on the dash
I rub the kitten, she was smitten

Told me don't mistake her for a pigeon
Yo I ain't listen

I was diligent, daring, and down to get physical
Bra and panties off, you know the ritual

Engage in fornication, thats what sinners do
Steady reaching for the top im at the pinnacle, doing what she willing to

Written by:
Christopher Goings

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