A$AP Rocky - Freeze lyrics

[Intro] She was coming on to me, I was coming on to her Hit the town and shoot the breeze, baby don't you fight the curse She was making love to me, I was holding on to her Hit the town and shoot the breeze, baby don't you fight the curse [Verse 1] Ah, just give me that ba** She listening to Ross now, give me that face I ain't tryna chase, tryna get to third base 'til I hit a home run 3, 2, 1, we safe Damn she a looka, ran outta liquor Sweet-sweet pusha, give me that gusha I ain't tryna spit game, maybe we can hook up The Aston out front, so my nickname Kutcher Dinner date time, down inner state 9 I'm in the state of mine like a dinner date's fine We can go to the condo and drink wine She wanna to be my girl but it'll take time She like where the cognac, why we drink wine? Cause the wine get you open, heard through the grape vines First dim the lights close the drape blinds Then I scratch that kitty word to my K-9's Don't spur show fur big grill gleaming Polar no firm when the ship season Got 'em red bottoms look like your heels bleeding I f** a hundred b**hes to these day we still speaking And they still creeping, got 'em still cheating (You sound like me in my heyday) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Got 'em still cheating, got 'em still creeping Text me on the phone said the panties still leaking (Nasty) She came four times, had the b**h tweaking (Tripping) Jump up in the ride, loud how you reaking (Turn that down) Then she went down, on lookers peeking (Somebody's looking) I had them dark tints it's hard for them to see in She bust 'em all loss 'em rollin' we was leaving That's another reason, to only let the freak in (Where you at?) That type of action, happen every third weekend (Where you at?) Took all type of trips, 'til my mileage got frequent (I got free flights this year) sh**, and my proposals came indecent She musta told her friends cause I here 'em ki-ki'ing (I saw your girlfriend last night) About this money and V's that we be in We getting money new V's each season (What's this fall?) The champagne caught me, vision kind of sloppy (Who that?) Kickin' it to this broad but my speech is kind of choppy I told her let's split, her reply was copied So when a n***a split, you know we jump up in the high V Damn, I think she caught an orgasm This gold diggin b**h caught a who*e spasm (Nasty) I'm a cold n***a b**h and I the Porsche spazzing You know the Porsche waggon, four door cabin (I'm on him) I'm getting money so of course I'm braggin (Count that) I had the b**h high like she was on saturn (Nah, you aight, baby) But they get confused with my thought patterns While we smoking blunts by the port landing