Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, summin' different, yeah
Really different though, yeah
[Verse 2]
Scented candles, girl, you puttin' on
It make it seem like my weed ain't strong, yeah
Yeah, pop a pill, let's have a drink or some
Let's turn up and turn each other on
[Verse 3]
Ooh, I like the way you do it
Will you fuck me to my brand new music? Yeah
(Ooh, ooh, ain't it the truth)
Hoppin' up that brand new Coupe and shit
I like the way you do it
You say you a freak, then baby prove it (Let' get it)
Your room smell like citrus, I dig it (I swear)
Cranberry and lemon comin' from your kitchen
(What's that smell?)
[Verse 4]
1317 baby, that's my religion
I have you on your hands and knees
Prayin' for forgiveness
Ooh, ooh, ain't it the truth
Baby, what's in the trunk?
Ain't it the roof, ain't it them racks? (Rack game)
She got potential with platinum
But I'm in love if that card is black (Black card)
And it still smell like lavender
Even though we in here blowin' on thrax (Ikea!)
After we blow out them candles
I'ma go blow out that back
[Verse 5]
Scented candles, girl, you puttin' on (You puttin' on)
It make it seem like my weed ain't strong, yeah
(And I'm blowin' loud)
Pop a pill, let's have ad rink or some (Okay, okay)
Let's turn up and turn each other on
[Verse 6]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, scented candles
Girl, you hecka fast (Okay, you hecka fast)
Aromatherapy, I'm in your man seat (Yeah, recline)
Brown skin but it smell like vanilla in here (Uncomfortable)
Baby girl, your ass toast, no cheers (Okay)
Walked in the room, she set the mood
Lord have mercy (Ay, Lord have mercy)
Guess this the combo for the turn up like Thursday
(What's that Freaky Friday?)
[Verse 7]
I smoke the garden like I'm fresh out of New Jersey (Okay)
Player, player, she want my letterman and my jersey
Your **** went limp like Fred Durst
Mac gone stand up in it (And you know that)
She burnin' for me but it's kiwi0tangerine scented
(She burnin' for me)
Girl, I like the way you kick it
Get it poppin' on location
I like the way you wick it (Yeah)
I'm not po po
But your folks should had to count them digits
[Verse 8]
Ain't it the truth, ain't it the truth
Keep it casual, boujee when you don't have to (Keep it casual)
Twenty dollars on candles from Crate and Barrel
Good investment (Yeah)
We smokin' loud in here
So it don't even matter (We straight)
Quit the chatter (Yeah)
When the candles burn out
Them I'ma burn you platter, yeah (I'ma beat it up)
