Lyrics Shopping Spree - Peezy

Shopping Spree

I’m calling you daddy, daddy\nCan you be my daddy, daddy?\nI need a daddy, daddy\nWon’t you be my daddy, daddy? (Helluva made this beat, baby)\nCome and make it rain down on me\nCome and make it rain down on me\nI pick bitches up and I knock bitches down\nI fly bitches in and I fly bitches out\nThat ass come out them pants, I love when it go 'round and 'round\nWe in the paint, we goin' hard, that pussy makin' sounds\nLove when she on top of me\nI’m finna cum, it ain’t no stoppin' me\nAfter this, I take you on a shopping spree\nLove when she on top of me\nI’m finna cum, it ain’t no stoppin' me\nAfter this, I take you on a shopping spree\nClub lettin' out\nShorty, check it out, I wanna stretch you out\nGoin' H.A.M., five different positions, this the second round\nResuscitation, we go mouth-to-mouth\nFuck in the car, fuck in the house\nFuck in the bed, fuck on the couch\nI climb on top, spit in your mouth\nShe keep on squirtin', grab a towel, this pussy wet\nI had on a condom, it ain’t feel like it, I had to check\nShe a Gemini, she two-faced, I want some head\nI’m tryna bust all on your new braces, Chanel your shoelaces\nSomethin' about this bitch, I wanna leave, but I just can’t\nI’m stressed out, wanna fuck you from the back, I’m not okay\nShe playin' games, actin' hard to hit, but I know she fake\nSent a text message like when you get off work, come sit on my face, yeah\nI pick bitches up and I knock bitches down\nI fly bitches in and I fly bitches out\nThat ass come out them pants, I love when it go 'round and 'round\nWe in the paint, we goin' hard, that pussy makin' sounds\nLove when she on top of me\nI’m finna cum, it ain’t no stoppin' me\nAfter this, I take you on a shopping spree\nLove when she on top of me\nI’m finna cum, it ain’t no stoppin' me\nAfter this, I take you on a shopping spree\nWe can go shoppin' after this shit\nBut hold up, wait, hop back on this dick\nThat pussy like medicine, I been sick\nWant you to keep ridin' me and don’t quit\nShe say she get the chills when we kiss\nPut your hand right here, feel me, it’s stiff\nI start on your neck, then bite on your nipples, hmm\nI can’t lie, yeah, that’s it\nYou ain’t never had a real street nigga, have you?\nCan’t lie, it’s different\nHave you in the mall just pickin' out shit and grab it\nWe don’t ask the price, it don’t matter\nLike how it feel when I grab it\nEvery time I see her, it get fatter\nGettin' head in the car, almost panicked\nHow she doin' it, she got talent\nShe got balance, on her tippytoes, that pussy loud\nHer shit like jail, mean it’s easy to get in, hard to come out\nI buy Chanel, I buy YSL, Celine, and pass it out\nI’m goin' through hell, havin' withdrawals like a fiend, I need that mouth, yeah\nI pick bitches up and I knock bitches down\nI fly bitches in and I fly bitches out\nThat ass come out them pants, I love when it go 'round and 'round\nWe in the paint, we goin' hard, that pussy makin' sounds\nLove when she on top of me\nI’m finna cum, it ain’t no stoppin' me\nAfter this, I take you on a shopping spree\nLove when she on top of me\nI’m finna cum, it ain’t no stoppin' me\nAfter this, I take you on a shopping spree\nI’m calling you daddy, daddy\nCan you be my daddy, daddy?\nI need a daddy, daddy\nWon’t you be my daddy, daddy?\nCome and make it rain down on me\nCome and make it rain down on me