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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquise caldwell
Songwriter
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And your **** just fucked up, he be doin' you wrong, huh He outside entertainin' hoes while you stuck home alone, huh I know you tired of bein' a good girl, you like Patron, huh Baby girl, be ready, bout' like ten, it's on the floor now Baby, bring your friend, you can't leave your bestie in the house Soon as I pop this bottle, I want your friend to pour cassa your mouth
Park at red lights , hop out and twerk
Let me see that booty bounce like
That my favorite sound
Shake it to this beat
Fuck them clubs, we at this B&B
Them pants gone get you rich
Cause you thick and I like spending ' cheese
Your **** see me with you
He gon' have to relearn how to breathe
Don't put your phone on DND
That's obvious, bae, just let it ring
Bae, don't let up on these hoes
Out the sun ' roof-while I float
I like when you put that shit on
Make them hoes mad sum Mo
Make them hoes Sum mo
Make them hoes mad sum Mo
Make them hoes mad Sum Mo
Make them hoes Mad Sum Mo
Jigga, when she step
Oh my God, got me dizzy
The type to keep on suckin
Starin' while my soul lifted
Her phone keep on ringin
You know me, I' kind my business
My phone keep on ringin
Told my fiend to wait a minute
Jigga, when she step
She know her shit the best
I ain't think she had it in her
She done put your boy to bed
Jigga, when she step
I might OD off the head
Think she tryna prove somethin
Got us fallin' off the bed
Jigga, when she step
She know her shit the best
Jigga, when she step
She know her shit the best
Jigga, when she step
She know her shit the best
Jigga, when she step
She know her shit the best
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I like fat coochie
The ones that be grippin
The ones with no smell
And it ain't easy to slip in
The ones that be in the crib
You catch them every now and then
Walkin' with her ass out
It's hard not to look at it
Ayy, we on the ground
Shit gettin' wild, W.E. Smackdown
Ain't no YN jay
I ain't gon' cap this gettin' too loud
Look, I ain't the type to go down
I might go down
Honey pack, bitch, I don't need that
Lil' boo just turn around
Jigga, when she step
She know her shit the best
Jigga, when she step
She know her shit the best
Jigga, when she step
I might O.D. off the head
Think she tryna prove somethin
Got her fallin' off the bed
Come on, and your **** just fucked up
He be doin' you wrong, huh
He outside entertainin' the hoes
While you stuck home alone, huh
I know you tired of bein' a good girl
You like Patron, huh
Baby girl be ready
Bout' like ten, it's on the floor now
Baby, bring your friend
You can't leave your bestie in the house
Soon as I pop this bottle
I want you with friend, to pour
Cassa in your mouth
Park at red lights
Hop out and twerk
Let me see that booty bounce like
That my favorite song
Written by: Marquise caldwell
