Lyrics

Ay-ay (Digi Prada) On foe nem graves You already know how that shit goes, shout-out to Digi Prada Touch me, won't even look at you - you already know how the shit goes Back the fuck-up All you bumpy ass hoes, all you goofy ass hoes We got drums, we got sticks, ay, ay We got drums (ay, ay, ay) Ooh, ay We got drums, we got sticks, ay, ay Bitch, don't run, you get hit, ay, ooh (baow) I fell in love with my blick, ay, ay-ay We been through all type of shit, ay, ooh Ain't no date, suck this dick, bitch (suck this dick, bitch, ay-ay) And that straight, this bitch stick shift, ay, ay-ay You should see the way this bitch trip (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't no ride home, you gettin' a lift bitch, ay Walk up in the club, I got my heat in that bitch (I got my heat in that bitch) Standin' on the couch, I got my feet on that bitch (I got my feet on that bitch) Givenchy head to toe me 'cause I'm flee than a bitch ('cause I'm flee than a bitch) My car is push to start, don't need no keys for that shit, ay Bitch, I make you run (run), it's a blickathon ('thon) I can't rate that bitch a ten (no), I give that bitch a one (one) Now give my nigga some (my niggas), until my niggas cum (my niggas) You can tell these bitches anything, these bitches dumb You brought yo' biggest gun (bitch), we brought a bigger gun (bitch) Ain't no stingy nigga, I'm gon' give yo' nigga some (bitch) Christmastime came around, I bought my bitch a gun (ay) Shorty chewed up on this dick like it's a stick of gum (ooh), ay Yeah, I smoke exotics (exotic), and my bitch exotic (exotic) And my car robotic (robotic) Ain't no question if I fucked yo' wife, that bitch a boppy Ain't no question if I got my pipe 'cause, bitch, I got it (yeah, bitch) We got drums, we got sticks, ay, ay (ay) Bitch, don't run, you get hit, ay, ooh I fell in love with my blick (fell in love, ay, ay-ay) We been through all type of shit, ay, ooh (ay, ay) Ain't no date, suck this dick bitch (suck this dick bitch, ay-ay) And that straight, this bitch stick shift (this bitch stick shift, ay-ay) You should see the way this bitch trip, ay-ay (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't no ride home, you gettin' a lift, bitch (bitch) Got my blick on me, my stick on me, yo' bitch on me (okay) Don't get blicked homie, I shoot until this bitch on me (on me) Ain't no shooting out no cars, I shoot this bitch on feet, ay (on me) Then we shoot straight to the block, now we back on D (bitch) Bitch, I never care (I never care), we be everywhere (everywhere) It's a blickathon, we might shoot it anywhere (shoot it anywhere) Bitch, I'm never scared (I'm never scared), I keep my weapon near (my weapon near) Matter of fact, I'm double-breasted, my shit come in pairs (ay-ay-ay) Soon as I walk inside the club, I get to clutchin' (get to clutchin') Took my shirt off in that bitch, that's 'cause I'm buzzin' ('cause I'm buzzin') Bitch nigga thought it was when it really wasn't (when it really wasn't) Soon as we left the club, we let off a dozen (we let off a) Now we let off a dub (huh), we was off some drugs (huh) We weren't shootin' out no whips, bitch we was walkin' up (baow) All my killas Blood (huh), make you cough it up (huh) Shouldn't 've mentioned for the name, you shouldn't have brought it up (bitch) We got drums, we got sticks, ay, ay Bitch don't run, you get hit, ay, ooh (you get hit) I fell in love with my blick, ay, ay-ay (fell in love) We been through all type of shit, ay, ooh Ain't no date, suck this dick bitch (suck this dick bitch, ay-ay) And that straight, this bitch stick shift, ay-ay You should see the way this bitch trip, ay-ay (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't no ride home, you gettin' a lift bitch (bitch)
Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Brett Di Giacomo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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