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Wait hun, don't give me no lip Just bought a zip And I just paid off the whip Bought a few bottles My niggas is lit like we just won a chip Straight unemployment, 900 a week got em booking a trip Out to Atlanta, the way that she serving she might get a tip Wait Hun don't give me no lip, girl I ain't tryna resist I'm tryna give you a fix, and show you I'm dope like your man don't exist I'm tryna get her as wet as Niagara but never have dealt with a Canada bitch Pull out my iPhone, and open the camera app and record on my amateur shit Been Lowkey Young nigga been Lowkey Yea I'm in the back of the V With ya shawty giving neck in the back of the V Been Lowkey Young nigga been Lowkey Yea I'm in the back of the V With ya shawty giving neck in the back of the V Eskeee huh (Eskeeee) Fucking this bitch I feel like a dirtbag He tryna perm so I gave him a dirt nap Wrapped up his dome he wearing a turban I spit hot shit no oven I got Big Macs mcloving I goin shot his little cousin Cuz that little bitch kept buggin Wait Holup it's a lyrical genius Walk in like Gilbert arenas I use the pen as a deadly weapon To kill this shit Here to catch a body so why id bother concealing it Pull it out the hat, yea it's magic way I'm revealing it Boy I had drive fore I ever walked in the dealership Y'all niggas blind to the fact, so ended up feeling it Man I'm so high I don't even know what a ceiling is Man I'm so limitless, fuck a derivative I been on my trap shit I been on my get back To back shit Pull up in action Might pull me an actress They don't want the smoke, cuz they goin leave in ashes Don't even ask shit They phony distractions Clothes minded niggas, who won't see See the fashion Don't see the photo but goin see the caption Homie goin roll up a blunt I ain't passing Leave on a high note like Toni to Braxton Shawty look good in her DM's what happen Give her the number, next moment we snapping She tryna link drove the whip to manhattan It's been a minute, since I worn a fiddet I ain't seen my barber she think I be capping Girl lemme know when you done finished chatting Hop in the v, and let's whip up a classic Been Lowkey Young nigga been Lowkey Yea I'm in the back of the V With ya shawty giving neck in the back of the V Been Lowkey Young nigga been Lowkey Yea I'm in the back of the V With ya shawty giving neck in the back of the V Eskeee huh (Eskeeee) Fucking this bitch I feel like a dirtbag He tryna perm so I gave him a dirt nap Wrapped up his dome he wearing a turban I spit hot shit no oven I got Big Macs mcloving I goin shot his little cousin Cuz that little bitch kept buggin Wake up high like it's 4 in the morning Got the drive but I don't got no patience Stay inside if you don't want no virus Niggas lie when they talkin deposits Bad lil shawties in different locations Makin hits but they all from the basement Make a move and we talkin vacations You talk conversations I need motivation I gotta stay lit Gotta skrt off in the whip Make a move with yo bitch And she just wanna sit Say that my life like a movie My shit kinda groovy Got nothin to lose Back to back All of sudden Now shawty eruption was long overdue I think I broke all the rules I think she lovin my jewels I think we broke the suburban She show me all of her tricks I just hope nobody lurkin Say that he bad and she boujie She bad and seducin I gotta get through it I love when she do it She lovin my music She play that shit fluent She gotta be nasty Been Lowkey Young nigga been Lowkey Yea I'm in the back of the V With ya shawty giving neck in the back of the V Been Lowkey Young nigga been Lowkey Yea I'm in the back of the V With ya shawty giving neck in the back of the V Eskeee huh (Eskeeee) Fucking this bitch I feel like a dirtbag He tryna perm so I gave him a dirt nap Wrapped up his dome he wearing a turban I spit hot shit no oven I got Big Macs mcloving I goin shot his little cousin Cuz that little bitch kept buggin
Writer(s): Michael Peguero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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