Lyrics

Tell me whatchu like (woo woo) But baby, I need you to keep it discreet They shouldn't know what we do in these sheets You can't fuck with them if you fucking wit me Got her on ice (woo) You know her diamonds they come with 2 V's My Mona Lisa, she something to see She acting up then I fuck her to sleep You know what I like I be talking my shit but you know I can fight New buss down no keys to my house Fresh front too don't pull on my scalp He be treating me right, woo woo I tell him he better talk to me nice Or don't talk to me twice My new McLaren pop smoke blue I bought a chain for my whole crew Thom Browne sweatsuits got those too I keep a stick when I roll through Follow suit High pursuit Was on ya body when I saw you I heard you was bad girl I wanna know what bad girls do What's ya name? (Where you from?) What's ya panty size? Lord knows that she make a nigga fantasize Baby girl I'm 6'1 I'ma stand up guy If you stuck wit a clown push ya man aside She feeling the woo I stick and move I got some shit to get her in the mood I want it my way She do what I say She want a baby wit me off the class Tell me whatchu like (woo woo) But baby, I need you to keep it discreet They shouldn't know what we do in these sheets You can't fuck with them if you fucking wit me Got her on ice (woo) You know her diamonds they come with two V's My Mona Lisa, she something to see She acting up then I fuck her to sleep You know what I like I be talking my shit but you know I can fight New buss down no keys to my house Fresh front too don't pull on my scalp He be treating me right I tell him he better talk to me nice Or don't talk to me twice How niggas be up on my body it's crazy I gotta block me a hoe on the daily He said this pussy is wet like the navy I told em you know my bop like DaBaby I'm from the Bronx so you know how I'm coming Dream is the trip, gotta pay me in luggage Ice on my wrist boy I'm cooler than runnings I'm fine like a summons I got it but bitches don't want it He get a attitude when he don't see me I get this pussy poppin on his beanie He wanna eat me out that nigga greedy He wanna fly me out inside Tahiti He know how I like it, he do whatever to wife it He good with the head, he a psychic He talk to you nice, but to me he the nicest Tell me whatchu like (woo woo) But baby, I need you to keep it discreet They shouldn't know what we do in these sheets You can't fuck with them if you fucking wit me Got her on ice (woo) You know her diamonds they come with 2 V's My Mona Lisa, she something to see She acting up then I fuck her to sleep You know what I like I be talking my shit but you know I can fight New buss down no keys to my house Fresh front too don't pull on my scalp He be treating me right I tell him he better talk to me nice Or don't talk to me twice
Writer(s): Rahlique Wilks, Samuel Barnes, Javaan Anderson, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Tabitha Robinson, Jean Claude Olivier, Gis Rondeau, Timothy Z. Mosley, Henry Olisa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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