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Nate Goyard Ay, like what it do, ay I just put a two shawty swervin' in a coupe, ay (Skrrt) Chief Keef, I don't love no thotties, put it on the troop, ay That bih got like ten plus bodies, I just told her who, ay She be for the homies, yeah, you know she for the- Like what it do, ay I just put a two shawty swervin' in a coupe, ay (Skrrt) Chief Keef, why I don't love no thotties, put it on the troop, ay That bih got like ten plus bodies, I just told her who, ay She be for the homies, yeah, you know she for the- I never cruise They just see me winning and they know I'm 'bout to blow, ay We be making nothing but this music give me dough, ay First song that I made, I recorded on my phone, ay Now it's got two mil, I said: "Pass my only-" Like, woah, ay Damn, my wrist too cold, ay, and my chain be nice It just hang down to the floor, ay Like, woah, ay Get the bag and go, ay They say I never miss, that's why I be on a roll, ay Like what it do, yuh I got four goth bitches posted in my room, yuh I don't want no side bitches, I'm just wantin' you (Wantin' you) When we all alone, I know I gotchu in a mood (Yuh) Gotchu in a mood, yuh I got a bad bittie, hella titty, rockin' Air Force Ones (Yuh) She fuck with me and my team because she know that we is up, yuh That bitch just want attention, I ain't talkin' bubblegum Yeah, your bitch all in my mentions, yeah, you streamin' all my songs Ay, like what it do, ay I just put a two shawty swervin' in a coupe, ay (Skrrt) Chief Keef, I don't love no thotties, put it on the troop, ay That bih got like ten plus bodies, I just told her who, ay She be for the homies, yeah, you know she for the- Like what it do, ay I just put a two shawty swervin' in a coupe, ay (Skrrt) Chief Keef, why I don't love no thotties, put it on the troop, ay That bih got like ten plus bodies, I just told her who, ay She be for the homies, yeah, you know she for the group Uh, hit my phone like: "What it do, baby, what's good?" We gon' catch a flight home you can show me what's good Dripped up, dripped up, So drunk that I'm probably gonna send texts Through, like, damn, girl, I wish that I could Uh, but what it do? I could buy you anything you want, I'm wantin' you Drunker that I get you start to look like Sailor Moon Take you out to Paris, introduce you to my goons All my shots is wetty, do I even gotta shoot? Fuck it, I'ma shoot, uh You was in the streets and I was in this shit for you Know you out there wildin' when I'm halfway pullin' through Hit for the one time, then I'm throwin' up the duce, uh
Writer(s): Nathan Fuller, Gaspare Iv Magaddino, Luke Winther Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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