Flo Milli – Edible Ft Gunna Lyrics

Album on Fine Ho, Stay

Edible Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh-la-la, Bangladesh)

[Chorus: Flo Milli]
I ain’t had no good dick in some months, should I be scared of you?
Know the cookie good, but it’s gon’ hit you like an edible
Tryna shoot the club up with a cannon, he’s incredible
First rich baby daddy in Miami, I’m unstoppable
I ain’t had no good dick in some months, should I be scared of you?
Know the cookie good, but it’s gon’ hit you like an edible
Touchin’ on my body, I can’t help but feel impeccable
The way he lift my legs up, like my schedule, bitch, I’m flexible

[Verse 1: Flo Milli]
And I’m feelin’ myself, I’m so groovy (Yeah)
Make a wish, I’m a star in this movie (Okay)
Traumatized ’cause his old bitch a goofy (Haha)
I think this nigga scared he gon’ lose me
I’m the truth, make a dare
Swipe his card ’cause I know he don’t care (Yeah)
Come and eat it, I like when you stare (Come and eat it)
Go to war, boy, I’m fully prepared
Bet that honey pack give him a boost
Off that Taylor Port, I’m gettin’ loose (Yeah)
Let go of my hoes, I gotta recruit (Gotta recruit)
Feel like Yoncé, these bitches on mute
Okay
Hop in the ‘Rarri, I go outer space
I feel like Sha’Carri if it was race
I’m fiendin’ for it, I should call him today (I should call him today)

[Chorus: Flo Milli]
I ain’t had no good dick in some months, should I be scared of you?
Know the cookie good, but it’s gon’ hit you like an edible (Yeah)
Tryna shoot the club up with a cannon, he’s incredible
First rich baby daddy in Miami, I’m unstoppable
I ain’t had no good dick in some months, should I be scared of you?
Know the cookie good, but it’s gon’ hit you like an edible
Touchin’ on my body, I can’t help but feel impeccable
The way he lift my legs up, like my schedule, bitch, I’m flexible

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bought you roses, you don’t need a Rolls (Don’t need a Rolls)
Icy polish, I lick on your toes (Ice)
Somebody sayin’ that my shit startin’ to grow (Yeah)
Need you right here, I don’t want you go (Don’t want you to go)
Love her touch (Touch), hold her close (Yeah)
Spittin’ bubbles, my baby can blow (Blow it)
She gon’ kiss it with no mistletoe (No mistletoe)
Soon as she open them legs, then I dove
She like that water, Patek her wrist (Patek her wrist)
Handle business, I don’t play ’bout my bitch (Nah)
Shoot up her club, I’ma empty the clip (Empty the clip)
Just like my closet, you gettin’ all of my drip (All of it)
She acrobatic, I make her do a flip (Yeah)
Pop a gold bottle and take couple sips (Take couple sips)
Fuck all that talkin’, let me see them lips
Come get this dick and go take you a trip

[Chorus: Flo Milli & Gunna]
I ain’t had no good dick in some months, should I be scared of you? (I know you do)
Know the cookie good, but it’s gon’ hit you like an edible
Tryna shoot the club up with a cannon, he’s incredible
First rich baby daddy in Miami, I’m unstoppable

[Outro: Flo Milli]
(I’m unstoppable, I’m unstoppable)