Lyrics

Slide up in the Testarossa, it go really fast I could flood your neck with chokers, if she really bad Tell lil homie send 'em over, we got plenty cash Ooh she let me bend it over, for a Fendi bag These bitches vicious and these nigga's look suspicious My finger itchin', I can feel the tension Wait let's say a prayer, I need intervention She said I'm a player bitch, so you know my intentions I like freaks for mileage, I go deep inside it We don't speak about it, baby girl just keep it quiet Imma fuck her 'til she squirtin and all my sheets are spotted She like it rough until it hurt and then I sleep inside it By the pole I find a hoe, I like to order mine to go I ain't really with the kisses, I like all of mine below I like to mingle with the strippers, got a quarter, imma glow I sit back, enjoy the show while she performin' like a pro Bitch you know you poppin', yeah girl you the shit There's so many options I just don't know who to pick When I'm shoppin' I put blood all on my shoes and shit Find the block they send the drugs and then we move the shit Slide up in the Testarossa, and go really fast I could flood your neck with chokers, if she really bad Tell lil homie send 'em over, we got plenty cash Ooh she let me bend it over, for a Fendi bag These bitches vicious and these nigga's look suspicious My finger itchin', I can feel the tension Wait let's say a prayer, I need intervention She said I'm a player bitch, so you know my intentions You know I ride around two-door for just me myself and I My car just like a spa, let the seats caress your thighs If I ask you for your phone soon as we meet, don't question why 'Cause it's protocol, keep the same routine, like every time You think you know it all, I leave groupie bitches mesmerized I could show you more, but my lifestyle can't be televised Show you how real it can get, I really exist it ain't a myth Young nigga legit, I fly out for shows it's twenty a trip Take a deposit and spend it at Fifth, I like to splurge when I'm dressin' I got all sort of collections, you shoulda saw your expression, When I removed the curtains, I saw the feelin' was just a refresher Let her come roll with a legend, from the beginning she knew I was destined Slide up in the Testarossa, and go really fast I could flood your neck with chokers, if she really bad Tell lil homie send 'em over, we got plenty cash Ooh she let me bend it over, for a Fendi bag These bitches vicious and these nigga's look suspicious My finger itchin', I can feel the tension Wait let's say a prayer, I need intervention She said I'm a player bitch, so you know my intentions Bitch so you know my intentions I need intervention My finger itchin'
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Quincy Anderson, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, Brain Anamayatana, Niles Groce Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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