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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kamaiyah
Kamaiyah
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaiyah Johnson
Kamaiyah Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CT Beats
CT Beats
Producer

Lyrics

These niggas can't fuck with me, and I'm startin' to feel like These bitches can't fuck with me, and I'm startin' to feel like These niggas can't fuck with me, and I'm startin' to feel like These bitches can't fuck with me How much I drunk last night? Shit, I can't recall Just know a stripper made a tip like a banker would I just drunk all night, fucked up all night So tell me what the fuck these bitches hatin' for They hate me, they hate Zay, why they hate the boy? Cause we makin' all the hits that they can't record Man my daddy was the shit, back in '84 It's a god in your presence, better praise the lord I got a nigga goin' down like I paid him for it And I shine so hard that you can't ignore it I shine so bright, take shots all night You niggas so broke, you make the waiter bored We the team that the city really waitin' for The takeover, the city like it's waiting for us Once we on, they gon' be like, "Who came before us?" Once we on, bring y'all out, big money, shut it down You know me, I like to sip my drink And I ain't got no shame at all Bottle after bottle, I can't see But keep pourin' alcohol I'ma drink it out the bottle Woopty woopty woop, woopty woopty woop I'ma drink it out the bottle Woopty woopty woop, woopty woopty woop I'ma drink it out the bottle Woopty woopty woop, woopty woopty woop I'ma drink it out the bottle Woopty woopty woop, woopty woopty woop In the jacuzzi gettin' freaky I got a bad bitch and she love me Rosé, Dom P or the Hennessy Order Hennessy, order Hennessy We in this thang, bitch And your girl in my VIP tryna take a sip When she get that liquor in her, she be on that wild shit Tryna seduce a nigga cause she see we 'bout our chips, big money Beast mode, I got that Henny in me So I'm goin' full throttle like a hemi Got her body bustin' like a semi, got her beggin', "Gimme, gimme" Tell her, "Hold up, I'm finna take a shot of Remy" Remy Martin, drinkin' in the Aston Martin All my niggas, we be flossin', flossin' Oh shit, 5-0 finna burp us All the bottles in the back, nigga, toss it You know me, I like to sip my drink And I ain't got no shame at all Bottle after bottle, I can't see But keep pourin' alcohol I'ma drink it out the bottle Woopty woopty woop, woopty woopty woop I'ma drink it out the bottle Woopty woopty woop, woopty woopty woop I'ma drink it out the bottle Woopty woopty woop, woopty woopty woop I'ma drink it out the bottle Woopty woopty woop, woopty woopty woop They ain't ready for the beef, that's what I said Cause every song gon' be good, if I sing You want beef? Shit, it's good, bring it my way I'll eat every rap beef like an entree We live every damn day like it's Friday Aww shit We live every damn day like it's Friday Aww shit Champagne, shake it up, you know that's my drink We poppin' bottles over here, live it up Fuck you hatin' ass hoes, I'm doin' my thing Fuck these hoes, nigga we don't give no fucks
Writer(s): Kamaiyah Johnson, Clarence Eugene Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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