Artist: Plies f/ Gucci Mane Album: I Fuck With the DJ (Mixtape) Song: PD Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus: Plies] You a real tall glass of water Just looking at you make me thirsty Oh Lord & she 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 is her birthday I swear to God I'm glad I caught her Come blow the candles out baby [Verse 1: Plies] Ok, ok, ok, And I'm up ok, ok, Glamorous ok, ok She's the preacher's daughter, but I'm a ghetto star She ain't going nowhere, (why) because I didn't beat her raw Hooked her on the first shot, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, I let her play Chloe; I just play Lamar, She just hit my cell cause she done left her bra I, I, I got her on quavo Got her with her shorts off, looking at her vajayo Driving with my fingers crossed hope I don't go to hell I, I, I got her rolling I, I got her losing focus [Chorus] [Verse 2: Gucci] She like a devil in a red dress I wanna get her in my incents 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3: Plies] Red plus she bowlegged, a cherry no pit Caught on the 6 for later on the 6 One thing I can say about her, shawty take a stick She was greener than a motherfucker, 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'll have you stiff But that's my little baby she know how to make a grip [Chorus]