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It's Saweetie, bitch And look I know y'all tired about me talkin' 'bout a rich nigga But you are who you fuck And I'm a big spender Hahahahaha, let's go I could make a rich nigga chase Pull that durag off, know I love fresh waves Fat cheeks and a little bitty waist East side nigga but he wanna be bae, okay Bad bitch, gotta say it like Short (like Short) Turn it over, put the ball in my court (my court) Squat down, shit, I'm creasin' my forces I get a nigga hooked, no chorus Saweetie so single, need a freak like a Taurus You don't wanna take me shoppin'? That's borin' Flyin' foreign, private boardin' Mile High Club every night I'm tourin' I'm pretty like JT, fine like Lori New flip-flops, cool, bitch, that's Tory Countin' up a mill' in house like Corey Baby daddy love me, bitch, sorry, not sorry I'on know your nigga, amnesia ('nesia) He a fangirl, it ain't nothin' deeper (deeper) Niggas always beggin' like Felicia (Felicia) Freaky bitch, I might pull up in some pleasers, yeah He could work hard but it's easy to me (to me) Niggas gon' flock but I leave 'em to flee (to flee) Fuck this means? Don't believe in the tweet He don't know my real name? He believe that it's Saweet I could make a rich nigga chase Pull that durag off, know I love fresh waves Fat cheeks and a little bitty waist East side nigga but he wanna be bae, okay Bad bitch, gotta say it like Short (like Short) Turn it over, put the ball in my court (my court) Squat down, shit, I'm creasin' my Forces I get a nigga hooked, no chorus It's a pretty bitch summer Get lit, free drinks, fake numbers Hunnid missed calls in my phone, no wonder Stone cold stunna, got thighs like thunder Treat me like Aretha, Franks for a diva Listen to your niggas, they tell you I'm a keeper If you never knew me that'd prolly be cheaper If you never knew me, you been know I don't need ya It's time for sweat check, it's time for sweat check Hands on your knees, we through the streets Like it's the Freaknik It's time for sweat check, it's time for sweat check Hands on your knees, we through the streets Like it's the Freaknik
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Paris Nathaniel Douglas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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