Godfather flow .

Her pink Honda park in my driveway way , she came to my place , hoping to taste what I got by the fireplace This good cooking , soul food , she want to be my plate , so I can lick her clean , tell her just how her pie taste Candles all around she inlove with the sky place , ceiling got the glass view Stare into my space Chocolate color sheets , plush pillow That’s my taste They gotta match the ride leather seats and car plate Interior still smelling like parfait Fly suit , with the shades getting blazed , got me feeling like scareface Hit the gas on em Ask them hatas how tar taste Let them see the fade As I glide through a stargate Interstellar swagg Put em all in a hard place Now they really mad Cause I playem like arcade Ion mean to brag but I’m born with this , It’s nothing to be That’s why the ladies hang off me like they ornaments I’m fresh with every step that I take They say I’m mean Cause the jeans match the fitted so well it’s just obscene The shirt match the off white kicks that’s crispy crème And I’m smelling like the money I wear that Dixie green Paint on my ride is hot sauce I ride with the top off So they can see the 9 I drop off She a 10 to them but to me she a knock off But I give her a spin cause Her top will knock ya socks off Statues by the art on my walls Look like a gallery Picasso and divinci could cost your annual salary