Whip Appeal (Dilly) Lyrics

Yeah, she got that whip appeal Stuntin' eyes, long hair, all natural

Definition of a baddie and she know it Whip appeal, she killin' on the real

Lil' mama pressure, she don't have the extras I like it, I approached her with my A-game

I told her, don't be feisty, I ain't like them other guys that's Shiesty

I'm Mr. Nice, she Mrs. Right, this about to be a good night

Sit back, enjoy the ride, this is our first date

So I can't be late, dinner and wine Girl, you is mighty fine grade a

All she want is time, which I'm cool with I'm sick of the money, hungry women askin

Like, dead ass, get to know me Instead of checkin' for my finance

You gotta keep it movin', I ain't no meal ticket

Girl, bye for the independent ladies that's on that grown type of shit

It turn me on, go shorty, go Your attitude is sassy, your wardrobe is classy

In the bed, she nasty, she nasty, I love that You don't have to come off like a slut

You got morals, I respect that Never judge a book by it's cover

Your ambition hits different It's more than your looks

I see you wanna be comfortable in life, shit Now you got your hair wrapped tight

A future is better than a quick nut Women say men always visual weak

Not at all, I just want what your heart got to offer

You can have a nice body with no common sense That ain't no good to me

When you can't motivate and push a person in the right direction

Havin' each other's back is a major turn on for me

50-50, we'll take this far May God bless us on our journey

And our love is whip appeal, Dilly