Lyrics

Wrist cold, icy water Teeth gold, pricey Prada Three phones, still can't call her These hoes, got 'em bothered 'Cause I'm built like this, damn Heaven-sent when they float with these hits Uh, get an inch when the money 'bout to hit Hypoallergenic, I'm immune to a bitch Oh, you think you thick? I'm thicker You can say the plot got thicker, broad Homie got more staff than Skinner When I say "jump", all my bitch up front Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch I got bad company If you want beef, they gon' serve you a plate Girl, what? Man, you know you can't base Ms. Hotty caught a body then we packed you away It's a, it's a wrap, call it quits, yeah, yeah You gon' need a genie and a wish 'cause, damn Should've never-ever ran yo' lips like that When I say "jump", all you bitches fall back This make me wanna walk out a bitch Pop, lock, and hit, crank the wig off a chick I'm the type of bitch to cut the wheels off your shit All my single ladies, two-step out your whip Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh) Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh) Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh) Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch Double dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch (mmm) Double cup, cup, cup, cup (mmm) Double up, up, up, up (mmm) Double what? What? What? What? Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh) Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh) Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh) Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch Lantz, is that you?
Writer(s): Michael Lantz, Charmaine Tafadzwa Willie, Tyler Nicholas Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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