Voodoo

Ah-uh Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (gra-gra-gra) Free Dev Bands, huh, ha Free S Dot (fah-fah-fah) (It's Great John beats baby) (Great John on the beat by the way) Bitch Fross Woke up in feelin' like a new man Two hoes on my side they cute friends (gra-gra) huh Big bags on clothing I earned this shit, I'm my own man, huh (pr-pr-pr) Get boomed if you lurkin' My goons on point like a sharp pen, huh No sea I'm surfin' My wave too deep, that's GOAT shit In this bitch wit' me then you know she toppin' shit Yeah, she got them rocket, bitch Yeah, I told her to slob this dick Yeah, 'cause she always popping shit (yeah-yeah-yeah) Big racks just for the feets (ah) Big bag for jeans and tee (woah) Big bro now I got breesh (pa) You get popped 'cause I know the tweet (pa-pa) Yeah, yeah, yeah You gеt shot little nigga, I know that tweet Usain Bolt in this speed (yeah-yeah) Hе see me he hit feets (yeah-yeah) A big booty you know I'ma need And these hunnids can't fit in my jeans And I love when she smile with them teeth Later on she gon' suck on my meat Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I got juice 'cause I'm the GOAT Baddest bitches all up on my phone Know I got the heat without the stove Exes keep on hittin' up her line Made her answer fuckin' on the phone Yams lit, ran it up at saxs Workers think I'm scammin' in the store Like catch up, nigga you baitin', ah Big smoke eyes look asian, yeah She sick of her ex new patient, yeah Don't talk to my bitch she lacin', yeah Swag like shoes I laced it, yeah Hoes see me go crazy, yeah No more deuce-deuce big laser, yeah Don't rush that shot gotta pace it, yeah Shawty got vocals like Jordin Sparks And her pussy get wetter like waterparks (that's right) Deep in that pussy I'm goin' off She be yellin' my name, I'm the man in charge Before I got lit had a little spark Now I'm ridin' in foreigns and livin' large (yeah, yeah, yeah) And for all my felons I'm going off (yeah, yeah, yeah) 'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars, huh, yeah 'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars And for all my felons I'm going off 'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Woke up in feelin' like a new man Two hoes on my side they cute friends, huh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Big bags on clothing I earned this shit I'm my own man, huh Get boomed if you lurkin' My goons on point like a sharp pen, huh (wa-wa-wa) No sea I'm surfin' My wave too deep, that's GOAT shit (wa-wa-wa) In this bitch wit' me then you know she toppin' shit Yeah, she got them rocket, bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I told her to slob this dick, yeah (ah) Yeah, 'cause she always popping shit Big racks just for the feets Big bag for jeans and tee (po) Big bro now I got breesh You get popped 'cause I know the tweet, huh Falayo Falayo, Falayo, Falayo, Falayo Free S Dot Free Dev Bands Gang, gang, gang