And we're just getting started tonight We ain't even turned up the radio Ain't been two miles down the road The way you look at me baby I don't know If we even gonna make it to the party Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon light left Already having the time

Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the boss and I'm an old romantic doing favors, don't look good on paper But when she looks behind these eyes, girl I can see the psyche, and baby I like it Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the, old romantic doing

Ahhh, Ohh, Ahhh, Ohh, Ahhh, Ohh, Ohh Make me feel so good, make me feel so good right now Tell me what'd I say, tell me what'd I say right now Baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing right now Hey mama, don't you treat me wrong Come and love your

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

You got, got nothin' to lose You got, got You got, got nothin' to lose, yeah But baby please don't refuse You know you got nothin' to lose You got nothin' to lose You got, got nothin' to lose, yeah baby You got, got nothin' to lose, well come on mama

Baby, baby, baby, please don't leave me Don't tell me things that I wanna hear Just to please my ear Yeah that drives me crazy Girl, I'm gonna ask you one more time What's on your mind? Cause the signals hazy You're not the kind of girl who laughs at me

Yeah, uh, yeah I love Trippie Redd Yeah, Big 14, baby Big 14, Big 14, baby, ayy, yeah Gotta tell you something, coming up from overreacting I don't be asking if you're lacking And it must be something, you must feel the energy You must feel it when we're

Da da da da da da da I can be your p-p-p-p-payback Mmm, baby I could be your payback Hey, gonna help you get your sway back Take ya to the dance floor, I'ma lean ya way back Yeah, I'ma lean ya way back Gonna have a real good time Don't worry 'bout your

Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' We got London On Da Track Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid

And I rule my den Well, I'm the crawlin' king snake Yeah, don't mess 'round with my mate Gonna use her for myself Come on, crawl I'm the crawlin' king snake Caught me crawlin', baby, window Grass is very high Keep on crawlin' 'til the day I die