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Uh, yeah Bitch go crop a brick of ice 'Cause we young and turnt off Betty White (yeah) Girl, that nigga ain't turnt up like he posted for , Now I'm gon' treat you right (yeah) I might buy you ice, mama (alright) Hope that pussy tight, mama (alright) This love at first sight, mama (alright) You the type I like, mama (yeah) If your ho ain't darkskin and petite Nigga, she is not my kind We out here passin' hoes to the gang When you treatin' his ho like wifey Now he say he want smoke 'bout the ho I told him, "Kill somethin' 'bout it" (yeah) She keep askin' me how her nigga know Bitch, I ain't tell nobody (woo) Fuck me right, alright? (Yeah) Stab that pussy, knife, alright? Baby, you my kryptonite I wan' give you dick tonight (yeah) Told you, I'm all in, baby, I'm all in (Baby, I'm all in) Yeah, I hear you're stalkin' (yeah) I'm givin' you good dick (givin' you good dick) Titties in my hand (yeah), alright Got bitches shakin' ass (yeah), alright I know his twin died, alright I know he miss his mans, nigga I been countin' blues all day, make a nigga' hands cramp (yeah, pew) I just gave my ho a ten piece I am not one of them, yeah (huh) You know you the coldest You know you the coldest (you the coldest) You know you the coldest Bae, you know you the coldest (you in this ho) You know you the coldest (you the coldest) You know you the coldest (huh) You put that shit on, bae I like when that shit on you (you the coldest) You know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest) You know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest) You know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest) Bae, you know you the coldest (huh) I know you like Chanel (alright) Bae, let me put Chanel on you (alright) I know you like rose gold (alright) Bae, let me put rose gold on you (yeah, alright, huh) You know I'm not thin When I pull up, I'm comin' trim, alright? (Alright) Five hundred slips Look like a thigh pad on my hip, alright? Your old nigga a shrimp Bae, let me take you on a trip, alright? (Yeah) All my bitches pretty, rich, and thick Don't think your bitch my type (huh, alright) Yeah, I heard you got a man, but it's alright, mama (alright) Let's go to the mall I'm 'bout to buy you what you like, mama, huh (huh) You would fuck your rose before these niggas, you my type, mama (mama) You do that shit right, mama You deserve some ice, mama (mama) When you take them clothes off I get nervous, let me buy you purses Fuck me with your eyes You keep playin', you doin' that on purpose (huh) You know you the coldest You know you the coldest (you the coldest) You know you the coldest Bae, you know you the coldest (you in this ho) You know you the coldest (you the coldest) You know you the coldest (huh) You put that shit on, bae I like when that shit on you (you the coldest) You know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest) You know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest) You know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest) Bae, you know you the coldest (huh) I know you like Chanel (alright), bae Let me put Chanel on you (alright) I know you like rose gold (alright) Bae, let me put rose gold on you (alright, huh) Yeah, alright, Tay B Yeah, I'm really rich, alright? (Mm-hmm) Could take your bitch, alright? (On God) If you take this strip, alright? (Huh) You suckin' dick, alright? (Mm-hmm) I'm a Christian man It's crosses on my fit, alright? (Alright) Been hard to go to sleep at night Good pussy my kryptonite (shh) Lately, we been flyin' private Kind of hard to miss a flight (on God) Plain Jane was yesterday Bustdown on my wrist tonight (uh-huh) I ain't really fuckin' with the drank But I might sip tonight I ain't fuck my ex in a while She might get dick tonight (yurr) My one opp been dead for a while I know he miss his life (on my mama) Last month was seventeen five This month a different price My advice, if you wanna be turnt Go cop a brick, alright?
Writer(s): Trevon Gardner, Zai Hamilton, Diamante Warren, Robert Coleman Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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