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Peezy, Kash Doll - FW That (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peezy
Peezy
Vocals
Kash Doll
Kash Doll
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arkeisha Knight
Arkeisha Knight
Songwriter
Phillip Peaks
Phillip Peaks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
Producer

Lyrics

(Cutter, we rich) yeah, yeah, yeah She got her own bag? Yeah, I can fuck with that Hit her one time, she ain't comin' back Yeah, droppin' Perc dick, I'm the best at that Yeah, pin her legs back, let's have a wrestlin' match Bitch, yeah, throw them fuckin' racks up in the sky Let him fart on all my freaks, she suck that dick and she ain't shy I been trickin' off, buyin' that bitch, Chanel, eatin' lobster tail We been stayin' at five-star hotels, shoppin' everywhere Yeah, yeah, I heard it ain't trickin', if you got it Love to trick off on my bitch, she held it down, plus she solid Love to put her up on game, when I slip-up, she keep me polished Eat that ass fresh out the shower, then we fuck for a few hours, ayy Love when she gets dressed, put that shit on, she too hard I ain't trippin' baby, get whatever you want, here just take the card Treat you like the First Lady, have you walk around with a guard Fuck them bitches, just let 'em talk, her Chanel purse break they heart Yeah, fine as hell, got her own bag, yeah, I can fuck with that Chanel purse, brand new G-Wag, yeah, I can fuck with that She bought her watch, you can't take it back, yeah, I can fuck with that Yeah, I can fuck with that, yeah, I can fuck with that She go to school and she be dancin', yeah, I can fuck with that She hit the road, and she be scammin', yeah, I can fuck with that I buy her shit, she buy me shit too, yeah, I can fuck with that Yeah, I can fuck with that, yeah, I can fuck with that Every boss need a boss bitch, yeah, I can fuck with that Pull this Gucci panties to the side, I like to fuck like that I can make a check when I dream, don't give a fuck about rap Every time I blink, ching-ching, just made a couple bands I'm not in a regular bag, this a duffle bag I think my haters datin' now, I made a couple mad My exes in my texts like I want they ass I think my baby daddy born on St. Patty 'cause he a lucky man Still got the upper hand, I can fuck with that I got a hood pass and passport to match First time he saw this ass, yeah, he wanna cuff it Put this ass on the plate, he gon' call it "supper" Boss bitch, up in dog shit, you talk shit Sea sick, lookin' at my chain, and you nauseous If my watch break, call a plumber, this bitch a faucet I'm not Drake, it's over for you hoes, I think I lost it Yeah, fine as hell, got her own bag, yeah, I can fuck with that Chanel purse, brand new G-Wag, yeah, I can fuck with that She bought her watch, you can't take it back, yeah, I can fuck with that Yeah, I can fuck with that, yeah, I can fuck with that She go to school and she be dancin', yeah, I can fuck with that She hit the road and she be scammin', yeah, I can fuck with that I buy her shit, she buy me shit too, yeah, I can fuck with that Yeah, I can fuck with that, yeah, I can fuck with that
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