Letras

Yeah (It's loyalty) Where you at, send your loc What you doing What you doing? Get dressed, Ima pick you up Where you at? Send your loc, yeah I'm pulling up You can't move, they doing your toes and your nails at once She gone fuck around, that pussy closed, I'm on the road for months I get fresh, I get fly, I'm a big eagle Smoking gas, this shit live, ten speakers Big table, it's just us, it fit ten people V12, yeah I drive this bitch like I'm Vin Diesel What you on? Where you at? I'm tryna see you Yeah, I'm pulling up, don't give a fuck if it's a late night Body snatched, ain't no stomach like she take hikes Givenchy shark boots, I turn into a great white What you doing? Get dressed, I'm finna pick you up Where you at? Send your loc, yeah I'm pulling up You can't move, they doing your toes and your nails at once She gone fuck around, that pussy closed, I'm on the road for months He just left? Alright cool, shit I'm on my way Hit Jamaica, go to Bali, yeah I'm gone pay Pussy good, head fire, really made my day She don't wear no scarf, hair done down there every day Stomach flatter, ass fatter, damn you gaining weight? You my favorite bitch, when I'm with you you take the pain away Pulling over, we can't make it home, I'm tryna get a taste Stay the fuck from round my bitch, these niggas in the way You at work? Time you off? How long your break? Did you eat? You want Catch? Finna Bring you steak Is you busy? FaceTime me, let me see yo face Boarding flights, taking trips, we can leave the states Big money, bad weather, make it rain all year We don't fuck with lame niggas, yeah we hate y'all here Is you home? I'm finna slide like a baseball player Smoking loud, splitting woods like a chainsaw here What you doing? Get dressed, I'm finna pick you up Where you at? Send your loc, yeah I'm pulling up You can't move, they doing your toes and your nails at once She gone fuck around, that pussy closed, I'm on the road for months Is you stressed? You got weed? Let me roll your blunt What you need? You got bread? Here, take a chunk Newest Ritz, Tom Fords, I didn't buy you dunks Pussy tight, you can't take it, you finna die or what? Took his bitch, got little sick? You finna Cry or what? How you know everything? You got a spy or what? Let's go hit another Louis, this one don't have 'em You got one lady, you don't let these bitches touch yo lashes What you doing? Get dressed, Ima pick you up Where you at? Send your loc, yeah I'm pulling up You can't move, they doing your toes and your nails at once She gone fuck around, that pussy closed, I'm on the road for months What you doing? Get dressed, Ima pick you up Where you at? Send your loc, yeah I'm pulling up You can't move, they doing your toes and your nails at once She gone fuck around, that pussy closed, I'm on the road for months (closed)
Writer(s): Sean Michael Anderson, Keith Lenard Miller, Brian Edner Parker, David Anthony Stokes, Brian Wicker, Jesse L. James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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