Lyrics

Fuck! Yeah, Yeah (Hmmm, Hmmm) Look I might serenade the bitch just like I'm, like Bryson Tiller Diamonds dancing round this bitch just like a, just like a triller It get scary in this bitch just like a, just like a thriller And I throw a couple racks to him Cause that's my nigga Yeah I throw a couple racks to him Or make him work I might just throw a couple sacks to him Go hit the block my nigga do a couple laps on em' I just quit smoking but I'm finna relapse on em' Like what you want? I've got the flavors at the spot Bitch is you tasting this or not Tried to give it up she said boy is you taking it or not (Woo Woo) I said yea baby but don't think I'm a lay with you a lot I got a show out in the "A" and I get paid to hit spot (Woo Woo) Bitch I get paid to hit the show I get paid to hit some more I get paid just to go say what I say and hit some hoes (Yeah Yeah) I get paid just to hop up on the stage and get turnt (Yeah Yeah) Like, like (Yuh, Yuh) Like bitch I stay getting turnt (Yuh, Yuh) Like bitch I'm piped up Bitch I'm piped up Bitch I'm piped up Bitch I'm piped up Bih get piped up Bih get piped up Bih get piped up Bih get piped up They be telling me I'm too turnt Just pipe down I be telling them I'm too turnt, to pipe down Bitch I'm piped up (Yeah) Bitch I'm piped up (Yeah) Bitch I'm piped up (Yeah) Bitch I'm piped up (Yeah) (Yeah)
Writer(s): Elijah Floyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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