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It's a hit Yeah I'm in the hood, and I'm feelin' good And I'm gettin' nice, and it's over ice You know what I'm on I be hella low, I don't gotta flex I don't gotta drive Yeah I'm on my way to check my homie in the Ford Yeah I got the the bag, put in hella work Bubbles in the glass, Henny in the cup Baddie on the front porch I been outta town, and I'm movin' fast Gettin' outta hand, and I'm buyin' land Police at the front door From Clinton Hill with love, run up on you in the sun Hope you do not let these new folks fool you Ayy, you could get it if you want Do not come here with the drama I can't really save you from my homies if they choose you Pour the drink, (Pour the drink) roll it up (Roll it up) Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up) Pour the drink, (Pour the drink) roll it up (Roll it up) Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up) It's a vibe, you could dance if you want to Put your hands high up in the air if you want to Everybody get a lil too drunk sometimes I ain't finna look at you like I know what you goin' through Ayy, it's a vibe, you could dance if you want to Put your hands high up in the air if you want to Fuck a hater, you could be a fan if you want to Someone lookin' at you from the side, what you gon' do? Ayy What's your name, where you from Where you stay, who you know What you tryna do today, I can take you Shortie bad, beauty mark on her face Brown skin, I'm just starin' thinking, "Who the fuck made you?" Told her we could kick it in the backyard And she got the fattie and I know that shit is mad soft All she wanna do is sip mimosas on the beach, though Yellow sundress got a brother thinkin' bad thoughts, ayy Mommy is a ten, she like, "I don't need a man But it's summer in New York and I could really use a friend" Say less, she my favorite She don't need to party with the nigga that she came with She a real one, never put up with no fake shit Lot of people shootin' but she really entertainin' Downtown, right about now I could see us havin' fun when we leave the pow wow Pretty lady I could eat if we feelin' a chow down Got the record on repeat, shorty how do that sound? What you wanna do? Pour the drink, (Pour the drink) roll it up (Roll it up) Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up) Pour the drink, (Pour the drink) roll it up (Roll it up) Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up) It's a vibe, you could dance if you want to Put your hands high up in the air if you want to Everybody get a lil too drunk sometimes I ain't finna look at you like I know what you goin' through Ayy, it's a vibe, you could dance if you want to Put your hands high up in the air if you want to Fuck a hater, you could be a fan if you want to Someone lookin' at you from the side, what you gon' do? Ayy That's a hit daddy!
Writer(s): Avery Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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