Lyrics

Yea Come hit my gas baby 'til you pass out You get mad at me then you flash out We been going too fast we might crash out Yea I ain't no hater and I don't get jealous But it's so many Ls feel like my name Lllen Imma be the bad guy every time I let you tell it Yea I take losses I take chances I like good girls I date dancers Never been the type to be too romantic But you lowkey the type that I could hold hands with Let me give you pipe since you a pole dancer Yea, yea I called you last night but I ain't get no answer Yea, yea, yea Let me hit it right make you fix your lashes Dick grippers white, just like Kardashian Banana clip, the K for potassium Imma let it off, I don't like to wrestle I don't fear you, you is not a factor Treat it like Instagram, imma toe tag him And all my friends unhappy Just a bunch of half-full glasses We can make a movie you the actress You can bring a friend yea we castin' You need to get your mind right Yea, I might but you a Patek when the time right Yea, I might buy you a ass and get it round like (Clap clap clap) You know what that sound like Don't care 'bout your background Imma blow your back out I hope you don't back down (Ooooh) She say I act a ass, I always make her laugh She can't believe I rap now Come hit my gas baby 'til you pass out You get mad at me then you flash out We been going too fast we might crash out Come hit my gas baby 'til you pass out You get mad at me then you flash out I ain't no hater and I don't get jealous But it's so many Ls feel like my name Lllen Imma be the bad guy every time I let you tell it Yea I take losses I take chances I like good girls I date dancers Never been the type to be too romantic But you lowkey the type that I could hold hands with Let me give you pipe since you a pole dancer Yea, yea I called you last night but I ain't get no answer Yea, yea, yea
Writer(s): Ashton Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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