My Porsche - Devvon Terrell

I wanna take you home with me

And fuck shit up

Want you to be alone with me

And fuck shit up

Hop in the car baby girl I’m on my way

I pray to God that you ask me to stay

I’m cruising down the west side doing 95

Need a girl that can chill and match the vibe

You remind me of my Porsche

You remind me of my Porsche

Girl I’m in the mood for you

There’s nothing in my whip that we can’t do

Everybody stare and I’m well aware

The windows never tinted I want them to stare

So hop in the car baby girl I’m on my way

I pray to God that you ask me to stay

I’m coming down the west side doing 95

Need a girl that can chill and match the vibe

You remind me of my Porsche

You remind me of my Porsche

Don’t want nobody to touch you

Wanna be the only one that love you

That fuck with you and give you

Everything that you need

Your interior got me on the edge of my seat

It’s so hard for me to not speed

Like the attention

Like it when all them say

How the hell he get a girl like that yea

Every time I pull up with you

They feel a way

This shit feel familiar

You remind me of my Porsche

You remind me of my Porsche