Lyrics

So One time Baka told me a story about ahh... (Grow up, Nigga!) When he has a young ting over He said the conversation went something like I said bae How ya Feeling? She was too high Chilling on the ceiling She start talking bout some shit I wasn't listening I was too busy thinking bout drilling She wanna shop I want some top doe Baka not nice how could you not know Pull up to the crib we at the top flow Put her on some coke now it's a rock show I need a hot hoe (Hot bitch) One that bring me money and set up niggas One that get the bag and don't stunt niggas I don't got no shooter I go hunt niggas She wanna pull up Ion punt tho (Kick it) Ima ask my question at the front doe (I say fuck it) Smoking something louder than a skunk tho (Its toasting) Casamigos bussin from the liquor store I said bae How ya Feeling? She was too high Chilling on the ceiling She start talking bout some shit I wasn't listening I was too busy thinking bout drilling She wanna shop I want some top doe Baka not nice how could you not know Pull up to the crib we at the top flow Put her on some coke now it's a rock show
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Travis Savoury, Deshawn Terry Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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