Lyrics

Baddies in attendance, they ain't showin' up late I thought I was in the club, I ain't watchin' my pace We was vibin', but tomorrow, I'ma give you some space Which one did you like? Which one did you hate? I was top-down when she seen me, 'Rari blue like genie But she heard I'm from the 6ix and I got racks on when I TD Show up to the telly, she was wetter than my VVs Fucked her in her Rick's, she used to sleeping on the ceilin' She ain't seen that shit before (seen that shit before) Marble on the floor (marble on the floor) Mobbin' on the low, mobbin' on the low And I ain't seen that shit before, dancin' like a bro Droppin' to her toes, droppin' to her toes, yeah I can see it in your eyes that you ain't worried 'bout it I can see it in your eyes that you ain't worried 'bout it Yeah, watch you get undressed, five-star model Bitches in the pents (yeah), VV in my top row Say it with your chest (chest), do some bravado Watch how I finesse ('nesse), I just hit the lotto Bitches on my dick, that's a bird in the wind Totin' that revolver and make that shit spin She gon' take this dick like a virgin again Promise I won't bash out, I'm splurgin' again I just popped a 30, that shit give me a boost Know the Glock is dirty, might pop out with the troops Got a flock of birdies, I bring 'em in the coupe New McFlurry, the ice cream paint is double scoop Mama, she trippin' on me, it's time to move out Know that it's lit when your neighbors tell you you're too loud All this drip on me, every day rockin' new style When them racks to the ceilin', yeah, we gon' start a new count Watch you get undressed, five-star model Bitches in the pents, VV in my top row Say it with your chest (chest), do some bravado Watch how I finesse ('nesse), I just hit the lotto Bitches on my dick, that's a bird in the wind Totin' that revolver and make that shit spin She gon' take this dick like a virgin again Promise I won't bash out, I'm splurgin' again (Virgin again) Keep some real ones with me, you know that that's a no-go Keep that .40 on me in case they want play These tables turnin', now the pills on the ground I'm in containers if I'm makin' it home Holdin' me down, I can get used to the sound, yeah I make it count when I pull up to your town, yeah Had more problems ever since I dropped out of school Guess they held grudges from way back in the day It's nothin' new Droppin' a four in that shit, yeah, it gon' be some blitz, yeah That's a whole lot of risk, yeah, livin' my life like this, yeah (yeah-yeah)
Writer(s): Shakqueel Burthwright, Derek Bissue, Jacob Wilkinson-smith, Joseph Talamo Iv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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