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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Philip Ginoba
Philip Ginoba
Songwriter
Roman Reschke
Roman Reschke
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah Your bitch feeling me like security She down to creep purely And test your insecurities Music up loud Body language say you hearing me She said it's girls night You took that shit seriously Like really You listening to hoes Where she goes You think you know She got white girl up her nose Why you think she did her toes And she shaved right down below Your girl is getting low Give her cookies for the dough She a psycho But that's just my type bro Clap for a private show When she's in freak mode You thought your bitch was home She gone off that Patron Tell your man don't hit my phone He better watch his tone 'Fore he get clapped in his dome Boy leave that shit alone Go hard cause I was stoned And fly cause I'm a drone Blow ya bitch back out The type of shit I'm on You can't find your bitch Cause that molly had her gone She a Slip N Slide When I get inside I Olympic dive She gon ride While her girlfriend just sit beside And roll her eyes You ain't no third wheel girl You was five Real live can't sympathize Swallow this pill called pride And join the vibe quit being shy Your bitch tellin' lies tellin' lies Tellin' lies Said your bitch tellin' lies And she unsupervised Your bitch tellin' lies tellin' lies Tellin' lies Now your bitch won't reply And your phone super dry Your bitch tellin' lies tellin' lies Tellin' lies Said your bitch tellin' lies And she unsupervised Your bitch tellin' lies tellin' lies Tellin' lies Now your bitch won't reply And your phone super dry nigga Shake it shake it shake it Make it pop pop Shake it shake it shake it Make it drop drop Shake it shake it shake it Don't you stop stop Shake it shake it For this fucking guap Nigga I ain't no sucker I know that if I cuff her Then I'm sharing her with Another and another and another As long as them my brothers Then we all some box cutters That's real talk don't studder Man I put that shit on my mother Make it wiggle and giggle Put my thang in the middle Give her wood like she whittle That thang taste like Skittles Sick mind in a hospital Say you ball but can't dribble Go nuts with no brittle Ass big but she little whoa Shakin' for a hour And she ain't tired She won't perspire Yeah she from the Inland Empire Take them pants off Hoe them shits on fire You ain't a bad bitch Just cause you got priors Dope dick provider Check for wires with new buyers That shits required No denier these hoes lairs She roll like tires These hoes high as a messiah Can tell by attire She sellin' that desire She just thirst trap Clap reup through Cash App Yeah you got her Snap But you never heard back Yeah you took his racks Don't know where ya purse at Fuck ya kneecaps Drop vending machine snack Shake it shake it shake it Make it pop pop Shake it shake it shake it Make it drop drop Shake it shake it shake it Don't you stop stop Shake it shake it For this fucking guap Your bitch tellin' lies tellin' lies Tellin' lies Said your bitch tellin' lies And she unsupervised Your bitch tellin' lies tellin' lies Tellin' lies Now your bitch won't reply And your phone super dry Your bitch tellin' lies tellin' lies Tellin' lies Said your bitch tellin' lies And she unsupervised Your bitch tellin' lies tellin' lies Tellin' lies Now your bitch won't reply And your phone super dry nigga Oh she sarcastic She do gymnastics Need a prophylactic Finago
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