Plies, Gucci Mane - PD lyrics

You a real tall glass of water
Just looking at you made me thirsty
Oh Lord, she's the preacher's daughter
But still I want her in the worst way
She shouldn't have came her
In the first place
Special occasion, it's her birthday
I swear to God I'm glad I caught her
Come blow the candles out baby

Ok, ok, ok, Animal ok, ok, Glamorous ok, ok
She's the preacher's daughter, but
I'm a ghetto star, ok
She ain't going nowhere
(why) because I just beat her raw, ok
Hooked her on the first
Shot, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, ok
I let her play Khloe, I just play Lamar, ok
She just hit my cell
(why) cause she done left her bra, ok
I, I, I got her on quavo
Got her with her shorts off
Looking at her vajayo
Driving with my fingers crossed hoping
I don't go to hell i, I, I got her rolling
I, I got her losing focus

You a real tall glass of water
Just looking at you made me thirsty
Oh Lord, she's the preacher's daughter
But still I want her in the worst way
She shouldn't have came her
In the first place
Special occasion, it's her birthday
I swear to God I'm glad I caught her
Come blow the candles out baby

She like a devil with her red dress
I wanna get her in my incense
And plus I was just too fresh
She was flirting getting too fresh
She the preacher daughter on the alter
But, I spoil her like her father
I school her like a toddler
She with Gucci, so don't bother
I go harder and grind harder
I ride hard as she loving my persona
The aroma, a Kush ammonia
It's what she smells and I can't
Keep my hands off her (it's Gucci)

You a real tall glass of water
Just looking at you made me thirsty
Oh Lord, she's the preacher's daughter
But still I want her in the worst way
She shouldn't have came her
In the first place
Special occasion, it's her birthday
I swear to God I'm glad I caught her
Come blow the candles out baby

Red plus she bowlegged her cherry no pit, yea
Caught on the six yep for later on the six
Yea one thing I can say about
Her, shawty takes the stick, yea
She was greener then a motherfucker now
I got her talking slick
She get it from her momma, all in the hips
I love walking behind her
So I can see her twist
I think I hit her kidneys
The last time I ripped
I felt kind of bad though
So I left her a tip her Becky on steroids
That's little momma gift
She don't like to drink it strong though
So I just let her sip
4 o'clock in the morning
That liquor had me stiff
But that's my little baby she know
How to make a grip

You a real tall glass of water
Just looking at you made me thirsty
Oh Lord, she's the preacher's daughter
But still I want her in the worst way
She shouldn't have came her
In the first place
Special occasion, it's her birthday
I swear to God I'm glad I caught her
Come blow the candles out baby