"Class Of 95" lyrics

Lovely evening in the City of Angels
In a black Navigator, driver do what I say so
Hit the 110, I wanna see the lights
I'm rolling to a beat, either that or some Frank White
That's why I stay tight, probably got on some Tribe
She smoke hookah naked while I watch, such a vibe
Five hours later, I arrived on the flight
Never fell off, I was born to stay fly

The tiramisu with espresso
Yeah
The way she ride it slow, it's gon' be hard to let go
Aye, I been looking for a girl like you my whole life
Uh, I guess my prayers came true and I'ma treat you right

I never knew a love like this, got me staring at your lips
While I'm rolling cannabis, wood handle pistol grip
Laser on my other shit, you know who you fucking with
Sliding with the lane assist, money has advantages
I don't do no antics, I just keep the blue strips
Independent, six whips, get money, never snitch
When we get intimate, it's hard for me to up and split
She treat a nigga good, real special, I never felt this
They call me Dom K. a.k.a. Baby Hova
I'm the type that need a chick in a Range Rover
Getting off on Vernon Ave. like I'm coming over
She don't gotta hide her feelings for a real soldier

The tiramisu with espresso
Yeah
The way she ride it slow, it's gon' be hard to let go
Aye, I been looking for a girl like you my whole life
Uh, I guess my prayers came true and I'ma treat you right
Right