Texty

I'm not ya man that's figgity facts You all on the gram stop talking like that My diamonds gon dance like spliggity splat While niggas is mad I'm turnt to the max Hit wit the zzz and now they bratz I look like the shit but smelling like axe Come get ya mans don't how to act, huh facts We bout to hop out who really not out I'm tryna rock out right wit my [not now] Tell her to pop out her pussy knockout I'm tryna ghost out she tryna wild out We tryna vibe out she got a loud mouth [then turn the lights out] wonderful night out I think it's nice out bout to go write out 2 chainz right now tell em to watch out (Uh oh) I think they sleep (Oh no) come take a peep (Go go) Shawty a freak (Let's go) just watch how I creep (Creepin) this no TLC (Ok) That talking is cheap (That's facts) just bring it to me (Comemere) Want a burger and some fries and that shake just caught my eyes Matter fact add some pies [Mmmm] (Now I'm hungry nigga damn) We in a pickle thinking I missing you Know what you into split down the middle I thought told you right before this one Girl I'll be gentle give me a wiggle Jiggle and jiggle little by little I see it crystal fuck with my mental She playing games like it's genjutsu I cause a ripple bitch solve the riddle Bitch solve the riddle bitch solve the riddle Bitch solve the riddle bitch solve the riddle I'm not ya man that's figgity facts You all on the gram stop talking like that My diamonds gon dance like spliggity splat While niggas is mad I'm turnt to the max Hit wit the zzz and now they bratz I look like the shit but smelling like axe Come get ya mans don't how to act, huh facts
Writer(s): Maurice Redding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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