Tory Lanez - Yessirr Lyrics

Down 95 get f*cked, uh

Off top, this for the bad bitches only
Baby, you got it
Come and put that pussy on me
Off top, stop talkin' like I'm the homie
Baby, you know I'm too poppin'
To be the homie you finna run me that pussy
When I come back home and when I hit it
You feel it all in your backbone
Off top, come here, baby, I got the tab on
Up top, let me feel it and get my grab on
I know you say you hate niggas, baby, me too
You know I like to see
Your body in a see-through
You know I like to be about it when I see you
You know I like to be about
It when I see you, yeah
She got her hair done, she got her nails did
Look in the mirror, shawty
You know you nailed it
Ain't even come to work, baby, you bailed it
She know it's worth waitin' on, yeah
It still is i'm a hot boy, nigga
I don't know how to front
I'm a hot boy, nigga
I just know how to stunt
I'm a professional when it come to this shit
I'm a ho-fessional l when it come to a bitch
'Cause I ain't cuffin' nothin' baby
I just passed the bitch
I ain't cuffin' nothin' baby
I'm a savage nigga
I ain't cuffin' nothin', girl
I ain't no average nigga
'Cause the dick shut it down
You can ask them bitches, ayy

I got new shoes on the ride, baby
(I got new shoes on, baby)
I'ma skrrt down 95, baby
(Finna skrrt down 95)
I know you see it in my eyes (My eyes)
That I'm lookin' for a cutie pie
Baby, we ain't gotta make love
(Gotta make love) and we can cuddle up, yeah
(We can cuddle up, yeah)
And if she want me to beat it up
(Tonight I'ma beat it up)
Yessir, I'ma beat it up, yeah

Keep talkin', I'ma let you
I'm not a nigga that you come
And bring your stress to
I'm not a nigga that you come
And try to vent to
I f*ck you better than that
Nigga you confessin' to i know it's on, baby
But I'm squad, baby
And she wanna f*ck me and I put that on, baby
When she wanna stop me, I'ma put that on
Baby and I won't be cuffin' shit
I'ma put that on, baby
I know she get her own money, so I'm yellin'
"Yessir"
Best of both worlds, God, I need to best her
She be on the 'Gram lookin'
Like the next star
Work a real job, wearin' polyester
She on a nine-five, we tryna slide by
I'm in a big Royce, she on a '59
Lil' mama fine fine, I'ma tryna wine, dine
She got a nigga but she f*ck
Me on her side time, ayy

I got new shoes on the ride, baby, ayy
(I got new shoes on, baby)
I'ma skrrt down 95, baby
(Finna skrrt down 95)
I know you see it in my eyes (My eyes)
That I'm lookin' for a cutie pie
Baby, we ain't gotta make love
(Gotta make love) and we can cuddle up, yeah
(We can cuddle up, yeah)
And if she want me to beat it up
(Tonight I'ma beat it up)
Yessir, I'ma beat it up, yeah

Your body, my body, yeah
Oh, lil' mama (Get the best of me)
Control it, don't fall, lil' mama
(Get the best of me)
Oh, lil' mama (Oh nah, nah)
Control it, don't fall, lil' mama
(You're the best I ever had) oh, lil' mama
Control it, don't fall, lil' mama
(You're the best I ever had)
Oh, lil' mama (Oh)
Control it, don't fall, lil' mama
(You're the best I ever had)