23 C.O.T. - Peer Pressure

Baby you the finest
You the finest
You the finest
Baby you the finest
Put you in diamonds
Richard Millie what the time is
Exotic drugs we flyin
You should really come try this
Have some Gelato, with your Moscato
In your middle, off the Skittlez
Baby come try it
You should really come try this
Baby come try it
You should really come try this

Baby where you tryna go? We bookin flight's out to Cabot
She ride it fast, she ride it slow, exotic gas, we don't do Dro
LV's and double G's, double D's in double C's
Takin places overseas, type of shit you never seen
Penthouse suite we right up in it
She say it's so right when I'm hittin it
Morning, noon, night she gettin it
Gelato and Moscato she mixin
Get your thot she see I'm drippin
Ain't no slippin on my pimpin
Pull up Maybach it's blue tinted
Hell nah baby this ain't rented

Baby you the finest
You the finest
You the finest
Baby you the finest
Put you in diamonds
Richard Millie what the time is
Exotic drugs we flyin
You should really come try this
Have some Gelato, with your Moscato
In your middle, off the Skittlez
Baby come try it
You should really come try this
Baby come try it
You should really come try this

Let me see that thong, thong thong thong
I'm a dog with a bone, bone bone bone
She want me emotional, no no no
She so tired of the back and forth
Need to hit the gas of course
Baby girl be careful
This pack ain't no regular, this here higher level
Wait til you find your level, pedal to the medal
Roll a trey five of that pressure, straight fye nothin lesser
Fuckin on the dresser, next to the compressor

Do niggas put 22's on them Rarri's
Do niggas be ridin round in them new Audi's
Damn she bad, tell her pull up to the party
All black tint, can't see me I'm sorry
Yea we in the back smokin Za, call it Marley
That boy off a jigga, goddamn he retarded
Bitch so high she said that she nauseous
Bitch so drunk she don't know that I'm ballin
Every time right around 9, on them late nights I pull up outside
Black X6, I pimped out my ride
Icing on the cake, yea it be fye
I like ice cream, I ain't gone lie
She wanna be love, I ain't gone try
Scared of commitment, I ain't your type
If I was committed, you would be my wife

Written by:
Avery Murray, Hunter Warrick, Kendall Jordan

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