Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Manuhu
Songwriter
Esava Navakasuasua
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah
Cuz you get lifted if you come bang with **** who shifty
Don't go there it's way too
It's way too risky
You could get bagged for a biscuit
One call and they're
Yeah
(Woo)
Yeah, Cuz you get lifted if you come bang with **** who's shifty
Don't go there it's way too risky
You could get bagged for a biscuit
Young **** too hungry, twisted
One call all it takes then they come risk it
Touch me and then they will get frisky
In a four door all black and tinted
Ask me how I do this oh so sweet
Crème de la crème Inside my suite
You don't know him you don't know me
Why the fuck you tryna talk to we?
I don't know French but I do know oui
Come here darling, viens isi
Parle moi you look too sweet
(Parle moi you look too sweet)
I like black girls and white girls, I don't mind me a Miley
(Ay Ay)
See my cellphone on airplane 'cause I'm moving in silence, sugar no dialing
(Ay Ay)
If you don't talk cash, stop right there you ain't speakin' my dialect
(Yeah Uh)
Opp boy want dead then set wait there, I be pullin' up violent
(Ay Ay Ay)
I fly to fast, mi no drive car, mi a pilot
(Yeah)
Gotta move hard, gotta move smart
I still go to war like Stalin
(Yeah Uh)
I just wan' drip look stylish
All planed up and fly it
(Fly it, Ay)
From back in the day we was wildin'
Hot box on the MWay doin' mileage
(Ay)
The fiends gone cop and fry it
I just wan' drop and dry it
(Ay)
But tell 'em I know nothing about it
I don't know the man who supply it no
Any BS don't fly
Don't come around here, talk vile
(No)
All of my bruddas gone ride
Everybody talk wild
Why you sitting in silence ay
Yeah, Cuz you get lifted if you come bang with **** who's shifty
Don't go there it's way too risky
You could get bagged for a biscuit
Young **** too hungry, twisted
One call all it takes then they come risk it
Touch me and then they will get frisky
In a four door all black and tinted
Ask me how I do this oh so sweet
Crème de la crème Inside my suite
You don't know him you don't know me
Why the fuck you tryna talk to we?
I don't know French but I do know oui
Come here darling, viens isi
Parle moi you look too sweet
Look ay
I've got exotic taste, exquisite
Baby come kick it
Roll with Ricky
I'm in the bathroom snortin' iggy
Feel a bit frisky
Don't be silly
She asked have you ever seen cloud nine
No I'm in the nine and we smoking clouds
If you're vibe don't match my vibe
Baby girl please don't hit my line
I like arch and back
And arses fat
And class
I'm speaking facts
P-P-Pull up park it, part it
Feeling like Moses parting seas
They want war then fuck the peace
One call and they slide with ease
I'm in the stu like six degrees
Feel a bit chilly like Ching Ching
I'm a ten minus one, I'm a niner
Make bad gyals go bruk it and wine up
They reverse and park it and grind up
They want a life
Oh, I wouldn't wife ya
I got twenty-five g's smoke nicer
You don't want smoke no fire
I know a gyal that sing like Whitney
She rolling with me
That one rider
Got a arse like Serena
Make man smack it and pipe up
Whack it and snipe up
Im no Wesley but I'm a sniper
Got you in scope don't prime up
I make gyals go beans like Lima
They wanna sign up
That way
Line up
I lift man in the air like line out
Slam man down then it's time out
Yeah, Cuz you get lifted if you come bang with **** who's shifty
Don't go there it's way too risky
You could get bagged for a biscuit
Young **** too hungry, twisted
One call all it takes then they come risk it
Touch me and then they will get frisky
In a four door all black and tinted
Ask me how I do this oh so sweet
Crème de la crème Inside my suite
You don't know him you don't know me
Why the fuck you tryna talk to we?
I don't know French but I do know oui
Come here darling, viens isi
Parle moi you look too sweet
(Parle moi you look too sweet)
Ay Ay
Ay Ay Ay
Ay Ay
(Woo)
Written by: Esava Navakasuasua, Patrick Manuhu