I Got What She Likes

作曲：Saint Apollo

作词：Demerick Ferm,Marty Grimes,Louis Freeze

I got what she like, she came to come and get high

I got what she like, she came to come and get high

I got what she like, she take no time to reply

She on a red line

I got what she like, she came to come and get high

Put her on a vibe that make her wanna spend the night

Rollin' S-O-S so long as private planes

She give me brain, now let her help me pick a strain

I should've never learned the fast way, yeah

They say it ain't fair when they see us on road

Give 'em smoke just like an ashtray, yeah

I stick with the poles when we on go

Promise I'd never be in last place

She want that red line like she on a deadline

Flavor like a Red Bull, posted like a headline

And now it's bed time, ** locked down like it's fed time

This ** ain't for bookies, there, I said mine (Smoke one)

We smokin' savagely, ravage me, she be askin' me

She says lavish me, ashes fall dramatically

Ridin' high with the Bonza on a paper plane

Bag full of flame, searchin' for a flavor strain

All aboard the flavor train, we can take away the pain

Everywhere you hear the name, gainin' ground, killin' game

Some said it, we don't smoke the same, such a shame

Come and get it, it's insane, pull your brain

I got what she like, she came to come and get high

I got what she like, she came to come and get high

I got what she like, she take no time to reply

She on a red line

I got what she like, she came to come and get high

Put her on a vibe that make her wanna spend the night

Rollin' S-O-S so long as private planes

She give me brain, now let her help me pick a strain

I should've never learned the fast way, yeah

They say it ain't fair when they see us on road

Give 'em smoke just like an ashtray, yeah

I stick with the poles when we on go

Promise I'd never be in last place

Nah, I'm in that fast lane, speed up (Go)

With a baddie, she get named (Yeah)

We pull up, we smoke, then we **, then we leave it (Then we go)

It's back to the money, run that play every weekend (Run that **)

She **in' like a rockstar, we puffin' on that rockstar

Higher than a roaster, she love that grimy **

We don't do this for the pop shots

She get freaky off that Zaza, I do what she wanna

She know I'm all about the dollar, don't do the drama (Yeah, yeah)

Now I got what she like (Like), she hit me every night (Night)

Yeah, that ** right (Right), I might just get it twice (Twice)

And if you need a P, just know I got the price (I got it)

We gon' roll a couple more, we out here livin' life

I got what she like, she came to come and get high

I got what she like, she came to come and get high

I got what she like, she take no time to reply

She on a red line

I got what she like, she came to come and get high

Put her on a vibe that make her wanna spend the night

Rollin' S-O-S so long as private planes

She give me brain, now let her help me pick a strain

I should've never learned the fast way, yeah

They say it ain't fair when they see us on road

Give 'em smoke just like an ashtray, yeah

I stick with the poles when we on go

Promise I'd never be in last place