Gucci Mane Skirt (feat. Quavo) lyrics

[Hook: Plies]
You a real tall glass of water
Just looking at you made me thirsty
Oh Lord shes the preacher's daughter
But still I want her in the worst way
She shouldn't have came her in the
first place
Special occasion it's her birthday
I swear to God I'm glad I caught her
Come blow the candles out baby
[Verse 1 Plies]
Ok, ok, ok, Animal ok, ok, Glamorous
ok, ok
She's the preacher's daughter, but I'm
a ghetto star, ok
She ain't going nowhere(why) because
I just beat her raw, ok
Hooked her on the first shot, Kareem
Abdul-Jabbar, ok
I let her play Khloe, I just play Lamar,
ok
She just hit my cell (why) cause she
done left her bra, ok
I, I, I got her on quavo
Got her with her shorts off, looking at
her vajayo
Driving with my fingers crossed hoping
I don't go to hell
I, I, I got her rolling
I, I got her losing focus
[Hook: Plies]
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
She like a devil with her red dress
I wanna get her in my incents
And plus I was just too fresh
She was flirting getting too fresh
She the preacher daughter on the
alter

But, I spoil her like her father
I school her like a toddler
She with Gucci, so don't bother
I go harder and grind harder
I ride hard as she loving my persona
The aroma, a Kush ammonia
It's what she smells and I can't keep
my hands off her (its Gucci)
[Hook: Plies]
[Verse 3 Plies]
Red plus she bowlegged her cherry no
pit, yea
Caught on the six yep for later on the
six, yea
One thing I can say about her, shawty
takes the stick, yea
She was greener then a motherfucker
now I got her talking slick
She get it from her momma, all in the
hips
I love walking behind her, so I can see
her twist
I think I hit her kidneys the last time I
ripped
I felt kind of bad though, so I left her a
tip
Her Becky on steroids, that's little
momma gift
She don't like to drink it strong though,
so I just let her sip
4 o'clock in the morning, that liquor
had me stiff
But that's my little baby she know how
to make a grip
[Hook: Plies]