Lyrics

Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha It's Trax season bruh Fuck it up bitch, let 'em know (let 'em know) Fuck it up bitch, hit the floor (hit the floor) Grab your friends, go to do what you do (woo) Fuck that nigga, dust that nigga, don't let him break you (nah) Fuck it up bitch, show you right (show you right) Fuck it up, we livin' single tonight (single) Lil' daddy, keep your eyes on the prize Don't make one wrong move 'cause if you slip, I slide Fuck it up bitch (ahh) Fuck it up bitch (ahh) Fuck it up bitch (ahh) Fuck it up, fuck it up (ahh) King Push, go and skate with your crew (hoo) You're worried 'bout me, I ain't worried 'bout you (nah) With that big ass head and them big ass clothes And that lil' ass dick wit' your tired ass hoes I want rich nigga habits, rich nigga habits (rich nigga) A big baller with the cabbage, baller with the cabbage (cabbage) You can look all you want but don't grab it (grab) You could beg all you want, you better jack it Nigga asked my mood, I'm a savage I put the L in luscious and lavish (lavish) You can't ride me round in a Stratus (nah) Cop me a carriage, diamonds and carats Unappreciate broke niggas bitches not cherish Long money make this pussy spin like you on a Ferris Mo to the—, not esha (ahh) More money what's gon' make you a keeper (yeah) Fuck it up bitch, let 'em know (let 'em know) Fuck it up bitch, hit the floor (hit the floor) Grab your friends, go to do what you do (woo) Fuck that nigga, dust that nigga, don't let him break you (nah) Fuck it up bitch, show you right (show you right) Fuck it up, we livin' single tonight (single) Lil' daddy, keep your eyes on the prize Don't make one wrong move 'cause if you slip, I slide Fuck it up bitch (ahh) Fuck it up bitch (ahh) Fuck it up bitch (ahh) Fuck it up, fuck it up (ahh) It's too hot in this bitch, catch a fever (woo-woo) This ain't Ripley, still make him a believer Cup full of Remy but bitch I ain't Shether (Shether) You can't fuck my friends, you ain't fuckin' me neither Bitch, stop talkin' that shit Drape my pussy in Chanel not no TRUKFIT (fuck nigga) Bitch, stop tellin' them lies If you ain't got the money nigga, bye bye Dance like you fuck, don't fuck like you dance Bow legged in the club, he fucked up out my stance (Girl the way you movin' got him in a trance) Small toys, broke boys, you ain't got a chance You ain't fuck me for free, why you lying? (lying ass nigga) Hula hoop on the dick, I'm Hawaiiain Pussy nigga, you the goat, I'm the lion (goat) Send the nigga to his mammy, have him crying Fuck it up bitch, let 'em know (let 'em know) Fuck it up bitch, hit the floor (hit the floor) Grab your friends, go to do what you do (woo) Fuck that nigga, dust that nigga, don't let him break you (nah) Fuck it up bitch, show you right (show you right) Fuck it up, we livin' single tonight (single) Lil' daddy, keep your eyes on the prize Don't make one wrong move 'cause if you slip, I slide Fuck it up bitch (ahh) Fuck it up bitch (ahh) Fuck it up bitch (ahh) Fuck it up, fuck it up (ahh) Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha It's Trax season bruh
Writer(s): John Norris Iii, Rashad Jamiyl Spain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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