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 (mhh)

200 new racks

Talking old shit, like I wasn't
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
Got me cutting off all the old flings
Let's go, babe
Do it like that, like that
Go and bounce that ass for me, girl
I'm on ten
Every time you leave, baby
I got you on my mind
L been so good On me
I want it all the time