tonight i-i-i'm alri-i-i-ight babe
it's the one that your blick took her chance on
damn should've have shacked breeze with the champion
looking for my nigga my feast is the phantom
phantom this is that young bitch lil keke
i needed a plumb with the cheeky
chill with some fillers from end the shikies
i'm a get 'em get 'em so come hit the repeat
tell me now what is your fantasea
hey yo mister come whisper
tell me what else is you into?
we can make your ex girl real real pissed
take it off your wishlist
i'm the type of girl yo mama warned ya about
stop fucking with your head
make your head turn mad now
not vanilla we're cinnamon sticks they'll be killing bitches
i'm on my liquorice shit 'til the niggas diggie it stiff
riga-rigamortis tipi tipi on his lips
we could take flights to the west indes
check her dipping out the sea with a mermaid please
bit of rum right under the trees
i-i i'm trying to give that cat toy a kit-kat
tell me now what is your fantasea
i'm a search you i'm going out of mind
i'm a lady that's eating my pride
but do you know mine all the night
i ain't even gon' be the light
boy atleast stay on my mind
can i wet you up all night?
i ain't even gon' even lie
i don't wanna play with your time-time
tell me now what is your fantasea