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Wala, she bust down the package and the car outside
She said she love it when I’m drip, the Yves Saint Laurent
No I ain’t Sweezee, but lil’ bitch I’m the Don
If you ain’t tryna fuck, then you wasting my time
(Surprise) The package came in, lil’ baby, on time (On time)
She said that she got license, babygirl, you can drive (You can drive)
You can grab some white bars, say it’s worth your while (Yeah)
If you ain’t tryna drive, then you wasting my time
(Sweezee)
****, I just put the package on 75
I ain’t stuffed a lil’ bitch, I just paid her to drive
We gon’ do the speed limit, bitch, we takin’ our time
Lil’ bitch topped me off and I paid her the 5 (I just paid her the 5)
Oh, I think this lil’ bitch like my outfit (Yeah)
She tryna compliment me, but the bitch couldn’t pronounce it
Bitch wanna smoke, I said, “Get some Dark Stouts then”
Imma start rollin’ Wedding Cake by the ounce then
Oh, they say you lookin’ like you got a deal now
Cuz my cell phone juggin’ like a pill house
It ain’t been a year, and I done shut the ‘Ville down
Get a couple pints, we pourin’ out the seal now (Sweezee)
Wala, she bust down the package and the car outside
She said she love it when I’m drip, the Yves Saint Laurent
No I ain’t Sweezee, but lil’ bitch I’m the Don
If you ain’t tryna fuck, then you wasting my time
The package came in, lil’ baby, on time (On time)
She said that she got license, babygirl, you can drive (You can drive)
You can grab some white bars, say it’s worth your while
If you ain’t tryna drive, then you wasting my time
This switch gon’ get you up, you better open your eyes
I gotta run it up, I can’t be wasting my time
That fake ass Rollie, boy, you wasting your time
That bitch tick-tockin’, man, it sound like a bomb
You wanna fuck then you don’t, bitch, make up your mind
Put yo’ ass on the po-
How y’all hangin’ with them **** and they droppin’ them dimes?
Man, y’all boys lost ya mind
Comin’ back while you sleep, and I’m tuckin’ her down
I’m tryna keep some dip, she tryna keep his hoes
All these goddamn blues, I ain’t crippin’ tho
They thought the gang fell off, that’s why you switching, ohh
A **** gotta eat, Imma hit the road
When he- When he thinking this bitch his, I done hit the hoe
We did our lil’ dance, did the pick and roll
He think his bitch hustle hard, she a trickin’ hoe
Wala, she bust down the package and the car outside
She said she love it when I’m drip, the Yves Saint Laurent
No I ain’t Sweezee, but lil’ bitch I’m the Don
If you ain’t tryna fuck, then you wasting my time
The package came in, lil’ baby, on time (On time)
She said that she got license, babygirl, you can drive (You can drive)
You can grab some white bars, say it’s worth your while (Yeah)
If you ain’t tryna drive, then you wasting my time
Written by: Beno, Drego, Sweezee Don
