PSYCHIC

Is this real, uh, real, uh, real, uh
All that you feel, uh, real, uh real
All that you feel, all that you feel
All that you feel

I'ma need like 200 racks for a new V12 (new V12)
Shawty don't know how to act, can't behave herself
Baby I want it kept, you tight as hell
Throw it like that, oh, mmm, 200 new racks

Talking old shit, like I wasn't (Oh)
Oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh yeah, oh, babe
Is this real, uh, don't you look down
Real, uh, real, uh
All that you feel, uh, real, uh real
Don't you
All that you feel, all that you feel
All that you feel

You make me smoke the whole clip
Double them cups, no dressing
Baby, you got me thinking 'bout racks (Get racks)
Got me cutting off all the old flings, oh (Cut, cut)
Let's go, babe, do it like that, like that
Go and bounce that ass for me, girl, I'm on ten (Bounce it, bounce it)
Every time you leave, baby I got you on my mind (Yeah, mind, yeah)
I been so good on me, I want it all the time