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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Ray Cartledge
Songwriter
Henry H3 Shoults
Songwriter
歌詞
(No they can't do what I do
Cause I'm the motherfucking shit you know
Coup transform somethin' like it's Megatron
H3)
Boys came wit, call me, McLovin'
Everybody lit, gettin' rowdy at the function
Gang gang with me, so you know we on that fuck shit
I can be your man in the bed but not in public
Coupe transform somethin' like it's Megatron
The boy was talkin' shit, I met him at the Marathon
Shawty grabbin' on that stick like a marathon
The boy was sayin' he gon' hit, but he ain't sayin' nothin
Hundred round drum at the coupe, but he ain't sprayin' nothin
I told them I ain't finna step inside the club unless I take some
I put her heart up on the shelf, I guarantee I'm finna break somethin
And when I'm divin' in that pussy, shawty felt just like a lake or somethin
Boys came wit, call me, McLovin'
Everybody lit, gettin' rowdy at the function
Gang gang with me, so you know we on that fuck shit
I can be your man in the bed but not in public
They don't know what we on
Good drink, what we on
Good smoke, what we on
They don't know what we on
I got a bag full of money, shit, I valet park a Brinks truck
Police in the parking lot, but we don't give no fucks
Said he want smoke, but he gon' cough when I show up
If he on the block, guarantee he get his toe tucked
See him in public, you know that's a no-no
His bitch all on my dick, she bounce like a po-go
I told him the addy that boy he a no show
I get the same views you get, bitch, no promo
Boys came wit, call me, McLovin'
Everybody lit, gettin' rowdy at the function
Gang gang with me, so you know we on that fuck shit
I can be your man in the bed but not in public
They don't know what we on
Good drink, what we on
Good smoke, what we on
They don't know what we on
(All that fuck shit, I been on that fuck shit
I been on that fuck shit
Name the motherfucker that shit
Hold on, hold on, ayy)
(Hold up, calm down, calm down
Calm down, calm down, who the fuck
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang
Hold up, he said be myself, I said okay, I'ma be me
Ayy, I'ma get that pussy)
Writer(s): Bobby Cartledge
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