Pacific Coast Highway - Sean Leon, Daniel Caesar

I thought I told you don’t take it too far

Don’t take it too far

I thought I told you (through the city with the top down)

Don’t take it too far

Don’t take it too far

I come to you as friend, not foe

Just thought that I would let you know…

I come to you as friend, not foe

Just thought that I would let you know…

Okay, no passengers in this Porsche papi

Pill poppin' them pills partner

Pussy poppin' that Porsche coupe

Porsche wheel looking real proper

Pardon me but my real father never gave a fuck

He never been bothered

UH, had me feeling like, UH

Had me feeling like what the fuck you want want want want UH

I’m that type of nigga

To kill a keyboard killa

Watch what you typing, nigga

Look, My dogs never blog

They just hog bitches

Then they hit em raw

Then they dodge, all of your bitches, uh

The moon and the sky never had no shit on I

Never ever, never I

So whoever, ever, tries

Will forever, ever, die

Guard your wife with your life

Cause I’ll feed her little lies then destroy your little life

I am I

I’m the I

In the win you’ll never eye

I may see over heads

But there is nobody over me

Ninelevenne GPS’ing on the dash

Do I find my way to heaven or my way into some ass?

Passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Ain’t no passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Ain’t no passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Passengers in this Porsche

Ain’t no passengers in this Porsche

I thought I told you…

Feeling like it’s happened

Cause back when I was rapping, I was never getting pussy

Now the pussy’s never absent

Now the pussy come with accents

If she ain’t fully mixed, she a fraction

Foreign features and the fashion

Got me stunting on the women from my past tense

Got me thinking about the women I was having

And how you’ll never get to have them

Shit, this is how I had them

Like coke, how I bagged them

Got throat was my anthem

Got throat cause I’m handsome

And had some bands for the dancers

Heavy is the head, nigga

Porsche coupe pussy pop like the whores do

She gon' hit me every time a nigga touching down

All this pussy on my lap, got to sort through

Part 2

Bet she picking my pickle, I pick apart you

Pussy niggas, I’m popping, I’m like Pac was

Swerve in my lane, I might park you

Partly cause my apartment was down in the basement

There with my partners

But now we done came up, killing the rap game

Poking the carcass

Sick of this fame shit but that be the same shit you niggas wanting

Bitches begging for dick, Niggas begging for mercy

I’m begging no pardons

Porsche 911, nigga

I thought I told you don’t take it too far

Don’t take it too far

I thought I told you

Don’t take it too far

Don’t take it too far