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PERFORMING ARTISTS
K CAMP
K CAMP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Campbell
Kristopher Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Kritical
Bobby Kritical
Producer
Quavo
Quavo
Producer

Lyrics

Bobby Kritical Shawty got sex appeal I'ma have my best, yeah Lick on her flesh, yeah Squeeze on her breasts, yeah I need the big deals I need the big wheels Diamonds got big chill Pop me a big pill These niggas ain't real Tell her how I feel Life get unreal This how I live Everything A1, yeah Hold weight, this a ton, yeah Can't run out of fun, yeah Me and you on the run, yeah (Let's go) Shawty got pussy like water I fell in love with your daughter Foreign hoes, came from the bottom Flip them hoes like a quarter (Flip) Paper on a nigga like Harlem I'ma let it ride like the model Fuck around, you gon' get slaughtered Got a nigga feelin' like Tha Carter (Yes, let's go) Got too many hoes that be callin' my phone, but I'm focused on you I be lookin' for you, I be textin' you, I be sexin' you (Sexin' you) She got her own and she still in school Lil' mama a fool, what's a player to do? Can't look like a fool, I'm just playin' it cool Shawty got sex appeal I'ma have my best, yeah Lick on her flesh, yeah Squeeze on her breasts, yeah I need the big deals I need the big wheels Diamonds got big chill Pop me a big pill These niggas ain't real Tell her how I feel Life get unreal This how I live Everything A1, yeah Hold weight, this a ton, yeah Can't run out of fun, yeah Me and you on the run, yeah Me and you on the run, yeah Kick it with the B's like Bun, yeah Can I get a piece of that bun? Yeah Hottest nigga under the sun, yeah Name hold weight, this a ton, yeah Shawty think he hard with a gun, yeah If shit pop off, he'll run, yeah All them niggas ain't nothin', yeah Balenciaga runners, no sprint though Twenty-two hundreds for the Rick O Twenty-two hundred ain't shit, ho Twenty-two thrown on your bitch, woah (Bitch, woah) Play with them racks, yeah Fendi to match, yeah They say that I'm back, yeah Count it exact, yeah Shawty got sex appeal I'ma have my best, yeah Lick on her flesh, yeah Squeeze on her breasts, yeah I need the big deals I need the big wheels Diamonds got big chill Pop me a big pill These niggas ain't real Tell her how I feel Life get unreal This how I live Everything A1, yeah Hold weight, this a ton, yeah Can't run out of fun, yeah Me and you on the run, yeah
Writer(s): Bobby Bernard Turner, Jr., Kristopher Thomas Campbell, Wayy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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