Lyrics

Sheesh Champagne bottle by the quiche When I pull out you hear a screech Heard that you thought you had me beat Bitch, I got tricks up my sleeve Yeah, watch how I maneuver through the streets, ayy Had to keep my friends and enemies on a leash, ayy Old friends switched up, now they want peace ayy Other old friends started looking like a leech, ayy Like a leech, ayy 'Tourney on retainer, he gon' give me what I need Now you get a check and I already got a piece, ayy You got a 9 to 5, but you really work for me Sheesh Champagne bottle by the quiche When I pull out you hear a screech Heard that you thought you had me beat Bitch, I got tricks up my sleeve Champagne bottle by the quiche When I pull out you hear a screech Heard that you thought you had me beat Bitch, I got tricks up my sleeve Ooh, thought that you were sliding on my main ho Tables turn, that's the one who say up on the pay roll Heard before you tried to hit, you spilled the beans Now I got your blueprint, and intel on who you really be Blurry vis', what she slipped got you really sleep You'll be good by the morning, you coherent thinking pretty Pretty please, leave the Johnny Dang, it ain't insured for Next day, you gone see your chain hit the world tour! Sheesh, get the beats thinking you could take my queen Pawned off all your shit and left you hurting for the cheese Make you think again before you ever fuck with me Left with no respect and now they look at you like... Sheesh Champagne bottle by the quiche When I pull out you hear a screech Heard that you thought you had me beat Bitch, I got tricks up my sleeve Champagne bottle by the quiche When I pull out you hear a screech Heard that you thought you had me beat Bitch, I got tricks up my sleeve
Writer(s): Nate Rose, Joseph Olliver Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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