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KDUB Você sabe quem fez isto? Papi Ay, bill a baseball bat then relax Like I ain't got nuttin to say (Nah nah) So I don't wanna hear no feedback, she say she like how I do it (Love it) Zoobie in my mouth, and I got the seat back (Oh oh oh) Oh my she's applied with a mean back She got a little attitude but I love that Brown skin and she smells sweet like a blunt wrap (Ooh) Sweetest of flavours (Flavours), lets thank the creators all my niggas love that (Love it) Fed chase on my nigga no kicks in I look back like how the fuck did I jump that Oh boy I'm surprised you even risked it (Risked it) Remind me of your missus She won't risk it for no biscuit But she'll risk it for a big spliff She a ripped bag and you dig it (Dig it) Damn that must send you livid Like what you putting to the table boy I bring a whole meal tell everyone's dig in (Word) Like this one says she wanna slow down (Down, down, down), man what's wrong with women Said let's read, how about this one? But all she got was dickings But it's never what it seems (Nah) Like when she comes with a friend, and bro ain't tryna take one for the team Man, I hate when I catch 'em on the mains They ain't tryna get got so they causing scenes (Bro bro bro) Bro got a reservation for 8 (For 8), said he got a seat booked in a T (T house) How your stacks on low? You ain't doing that well boy (Nah nah) You're gonna rot on the block like Del Boy (Hah) Like bro, the roads aren't working (Nah) You like bikes, try and be a mailboy Man I thought you was a hustler (And sell whatever that sells boy) Stepped in, with a devilish one (One) Now I come up feeling like Hellboy But couple man moving real iffy (Iffy) Got me thinking 'bout friendly fire (Fire) 'Cuz I don't need no loub's, your girl got got, normal attire (Normal attire) (Now she thinks I'm messing with her) I I said no way she filthy (Filthy), but I know that the case looks weak I said I'm innocent until proven guilty (Guilty) I, I heard you want loud See I always step with my essentials That's Amber, that's Cheddar, that's Lemuel (Lemon) Ah man ah man, your bitch come bitter like I pressed on the menthol 'Cuz I don't need no help Fall back, your inputs dreadful (Dreadful) Like keep your talking to a minimal (Minimal) Nah b I ain't no smooth criminal (Nah nah) Take mans digits then do the digital (Digital) They see a black yout' in a tracksuit and they says he's going nowhere, how typical (Typical) Had to put it to her straight, like we just don't stick See her coming like raws And I need me a silvers bitch With some golden paws Just lick lick lick on this pirate ship Until it take me to shore Oh my she swallow these kids, with that golden jaw (Oh my she swallow these kids, with that golden jaw, ay, ay, with that golden jaw) Bill a baseball bat then relax (Ay) Like I ain't got nuttin to say (Nah nah) So I don't wanna hear no feedback, she say she like how I do it Zoobie in my mouth, and I got the seat back Oh my she's applied with a mean back (Oh my) She got a little attitude but I love that Brown skin and she smells sweet like a blunt wrap Bill a baseball bat then relax Like I ain't got nuttin to say (Nah nah) So I don't wanna hear no feedback, she say she like how I do it Zoobie in my mouth, and I got the seat back Oh my she's applied with a mean back She got a little attitude but I love that Brown skin and she smells sweet like a blunt wrap (That brown skin, and she smells sweet like a blunt wrap)
Writer(s): Saul Hudson, Matthew Sanders Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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