Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Convertible Flow, artist - Cashius Green
Date of issue: 18.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Convertible Flow |
Don’t need no enemies or frenemies |
Don’t need no fake bitches here with me |
Just need my beat up & her top down |
I said my beat up & her top down |
Convertible flow |
I don’t discriminate baby |
If we participating |
In sexual eruptions in the back of your honda |
Baby the pussy silky smooth |
I know your mom & your dad are sailor |
I’ll be your ride later |
My whip show new vibrator |
All the Ciroc made her, go swallow the rush |
We out in the open, let’s park in the cuts |
The best the bigger, less way out the eye |
Shit, I open trunk on hop on me, get pussy, pop |
Been, like new year’s eve, left something in the freezer |
You fucking with the coldest nigga out baby take a breather |
Convertible flow, top back with a fast pac' Khadija |
Cruise control, with a foreign on roll, she don’t need no visa |
I used to love her when I swang on Vogues |
Roll it up, pour it up slow |
Playin' flix on the screen, he said down for the team |
Till I tell her, tell her anything goes |
Speakers with the twitters & the lows |
If she born to ride, gotta rule this pole |
Prob it up, bob it up, pose |
And she a freak from my seats in the show |
I keep her geeked up the beats |
And the boss slimin' dough too cold |
With a heat full of hope |
I know she love when I talk that P.I.M.P |
Split her peach then I quinch till it’s sold |
I keep her coming back, running back |
Hit her with my cadillac now she might never let go |
Cause she never been chopped in school |
Plus she love my convertible flow |