Pinot Noir lyrics

[Intro: Smokey Robinson, IDK & Khia]
Break of dawn, break of dawn
Baby, you can be my rider b*tch
All you ladies pop yo' pus*y like this
Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss (Break of dawn, break of dawn)
All you ladies pop yo' pus*y like this
Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss (Break of dawn)
Uh-huh, yeah

[Verse 1: IDK & Smokey Robinson]
You know me, I don't need no introduction in this
I know n*ggas up north that be pumpin' the bricks (Break of dawn)
I know n*ggas down south that be dumpin' the clips
I know n*ggas on the east that's never lovin' a b*tch (Break of dawn)
And she ain't lovin' them n*ggas, make five, six figures
Back it up, don't stop, like I can hold that liquor (Break of dawn)
Back it up, don't stop, like I can hold that too
Two million dollar home, we can go back to (Break of dawn, break of dawn)
Couple thousand on the watch, that's a throwback, boo
Hundred fifty on the whip, like, "Oh, that's cute"
She said she like the stick hard, I gave the ho bamboo (Break of dawn, break of dawn)
She said she like the good beef, I gave the ho wagyu (Ooh)
She gon' get freaky if the bread right
And if the head right, I'll be there every night
And if the pus*y good, I'll be there everyday
Face down, ass up, roll play, anime
[Chorus: IDK & Saucy Santana]
And that pus*y so swole
Shake that ass to the floor
Baby, I'm a little hit
'Cause I love a n*gga that's rich (Baby, you can be my rider b*tch)
Pop it like this, if you a bad ass b*tch
I be the best you ever had (Santana)
Make a n*gga want it bad (Baby, you can be my rider b*tch)

[Verse 2: Saucy Santana]
Bad b*tch, white toes, that's the energy (Ow)
Started gettin' money, b*tches turned enemy (Tuh)
Bein' broke ain't a win to me (Bye)
Can't f*ck no n*gga with no broke di*k energy
Now he pushin my buttons, he thinkin' 'bout sex
But all my time gon' cost you a check
This highway curves gon' 'cause you a wreck
These are size forty-twos, on top of yo' neck
I just want the face first, eat it 'til your face hurt
pus*y for dessert, ass clappin' like a church
Runnin' up a check, so my feelings don't work (Feelings don't work)
Applyin' major pressure and you gon' need a Perc' (Perc')
I'II get freaky if the bread right (Ow)
And if the head right, I'll be there every night
If the di*k good, I'll be there every day
Face down, ass up, roll play, anime
[Chorus: IDK]
And that pus*y so swole
Shake that ass to the floor
Baby, I'm a little hit
'Cause I love a n*gga that's rich (Baby, you can be my rider b*tch)
Pop it like this, if you a bad ass b*tch
I be the best you ever had
Make a n*gga want it bad (Baby, you can be my rider b*tch)

[Verse 3: Jucee Froot]
I'm a boss ass b*tch, might walk ya b*tch
I ain't droppin' off sh*t, Icebox my wrist
I'ma put it on his face, make him talk to it
I'ma spray him like some mace, n*gga, better not squint
Raw b*tch, but, nah, I can't be your baby momma
I'ma ride it like a llama if your di*k have some commas
Told him, "Play with the P like he play with the numbers"
Submarine in my stream, ooh, the way he go under
Girl, don't be scared, gon' pop yo' cat
f*ck all that, gon' pop ur cat
If he got them ends, girls, bend yo' back
Gotta babysit his kids if he on a private jet
Too good, I'm no good, toxic
For the streets, I'm in yo' hood, drop it
I cream, he got cheese, cottage
And when I leave, won't hear from me, he on the blocklist
[Outro: Jucee Froot]
Bend yo' back
Bend yo' back