Dre Armany - Thousand Count Sheets lyrics

[INTRO: Payroll Giovanni] 4-1 I had a date with this one chick (One chick) She was so cold (She was so cold) Damn, she was so cold Sophisticated Carried herself so grown I was behind tits Smelling good, it's so [?] I like a girl with some mystery to her Keep it tight She ain't got a lot of history to her (No) Get in bed Then I'm gone give a victory to her She bought a business Owed a business I'm stickin' it to her (Yea) I hope at the finish, you let me hit it I'm pretty sure, right after Moris I was scorin' I'm being patient But dreaming 'bout you dreaming naked (Yup) Playin' it smoove, though You will never catch me being anxious (Never) She couldn't take it Couldn't resist the temptation (Yea) But pretty soon we was the changer f** faces But real n***as girls become the biggest freaks She was quiet Now, I got her by these thousand count sheets [HOOK:] She a beast in them thousand count sheets She a beast in them thousand count sheets She a beast in them thousand count sheets She won't probably never guess it Cause it's only 'round me! She a beast in them thousand count sheets She a beast in them thousand count sheets She a beast in them thousand count sheets She won't probably never guess it Cause it's only 'round me! [Verse 1: Big Quis] (Biq Quis) Baby girl, I'm on the way Tell yo' n***a to scram I'm the back shot God But you know who I am I'm 'bout to f** you like a champ today I'm aiming some weedies But before I do my thing, boo You gone have to please me Get down on yo' knees, sweetie And use your head wisely I'm a freak, b**h You can't s** my dick politely Jack it off Ooo, spit on it Make it slimy But I ain't 'bouta coach you, baby I ain't Pat Riley I was kinda' mad Cause she say she ain't swallow So, I bust on her face And told her go buy some goggles Stop bein' so peddy I know that once I ain't done Yo' booty wiggle like jelly I'm 'bout to have me some fun You told me that you was ready So, take this dick Don't you run She feel it all in her belly I felt like I'm Tommy Buns Yea Tell your friends 'bout me Let 'em know how I get down On these thousand count sheets [Verse 2: Dre Armany] BYLUG, baby Doughboy Dre Thousand count sheets Same pillows Don't it feel good? To be wit' a n***a that made it out the damn hood You smellin' so good Pink Bottle by Nine And when I'm all alone That p**y be on my mind If I don't grind I don't shine I don't eat, baby (I'on eat) I'm a boss Westside I'm from the D, baby He from the suburbs I want actions, no verbs I beat that p**y like a punching bag It be no words I'm a real n***a I be smooth like a Cadillac Grabbin' on yo' titties Pull your hair Hit it from the back I know you like that I seen your Instagram post I got bread, no wonder, baby No toast Just rubber bands Pocket full of big faces And your momma' talkin' down Sayin', he dangerous But I'm famous like Big Sean (Finally famous) Girl, just hit this dime Big booty One of a kind BYLUG [HOOK:] She a beast in them thousand count sheets She a beast in them thousand count sheets She a beast in them thousand count sheets She won't probably never guess it Cause it's only 'round me! She a beast in them thousand count sheets She a beast in them thousand count sheets She a beast in them thousand count sheets She won't probably never guess it Cause it's only 'round me! [OUTRO:] Baby girl, you so fine I love the way you shine Let's smoke on some weed Then sip on some wine A little foreplay I see me hittin' it from behind Gentle and rough at the same damn time Eat the p**y up Gotcho' a** mesmerized Legs, touch your head While I'm grabbin' on your thighs This between you and me Girl, you a beast in these thousand counted sheets Thousand counted sheets Aye hey I'm a boss Aye hey Thousand counted sheets She know that I'm a boss