Porsche

[Verse 1: Tay Walker]
Ooh
Tonight's the night that I'ma drive you crazy
It's gonna be amazing
Oh, the tank's on full, ooh
It feels so good being inside you, baby
Now I feel like racing you

[Pre-Chorus: Tay Walker]
If I only knew
You would be movin' this fast
But you still got class
Ain't nothin' wrong with that
Riding so smooth
I love the sound that you make
When I give you the gas

[Chorus: Tay Walker]
I'm lookin' at the curves up on your body
Cause you lookin' like a
Porsche, Lamborghini, Ferrari
I'm admiring the curves up on your body
Cause you lookin' like a
Audi, Bentley coupe, or Maserati
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Tay Walker]
As I put you in reverse
And your body starts revvin'
And my fingers start sweating
Cause I'm grippin' on your leather
Then I drop it into first
And I start burning rubbers
And you're leaking, but I love it (You)
Blew a gasket or something

[Pre-Chorus: Tay Walker]
If I only knew
You would be movin' this fast
But you still got class
Ain't nothin' wrong with that
Riding so smooth
I love the sound that you make
When I give you the gas

[Chorus: Tay Walker]
I'm lookin' at the curves up on your body
Cause you lookin' like a
Porsche, Lamborghini, Ferrari
I'm admiring the curves up on your body
Cause you lookin' like a
Audi, Bentley coupe, or Maserati
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3: Ill Camille]
Pull up on my bumper, baby, if you wanna, uh
Top down, roll around, I like a sauna, uh
And you can hold my hips so we can bend a corna'
I'm overheating, go deep, we live in the moment
I love when you want me—
Speed? Nah we don't need to
I lay back, when you wax that long as you reach the—
G spot
Cause we got time
And I'll be down to ride
So sit back and recline
I come equipped with the features you like

[Verse 4: Goldsmith]
Uh
Is that right?
Shit, I'm down to roll
We can start off slow, just hit the cruise control
I mean you got me drifting off, you might be da one
And I wouldn't upgrade shit, you the perfect mode (Uh)
So I do anything for her
Backside so nice, I might spoiler
Grippin' on them curves every time that I smash
Leavin' your nigga in the dust when I tap that gas

[Chorus: Tay Walker]
I'm lookin' at the curves up on your body
Cause you lookin' like a
Porsche, Lamborghini, Ferrari
I'm admiring the curves up on your body
Cause you lookin' like a
Audi, Bentley coupe, or Maserati
Oh, oh, oh, oh