Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heembeezy
Heembeezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Shur
Craig Shur
Songwriter
Jekobe Holloway
Jekobe Holloway
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Songwriter
Jorgen Sweeney
Jorgen Sweeney
Songwriter
Yohan Soares
Yohan Soares
Songwriter
Kameron Johnson
Kameron Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
HardOCC
HardOCC
Producer
Craig Shur
Craig Shur
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, I hate **** who ain't mind they business
Mind your business bitch
These **** ain't really 'bout that shit
Better stop that shit, come on now
Let's be serious
All these **** is my children (Y'all all my sons)
I tell my pretty bitch that she get whatever she want
Over here, it ain't no limits
You ain't have no motion for real, my ****
You gotta stop all that cappin'
Ever since my brodie died, I can't go nowhere without the strap
Put it in her mouth, turn hеr ass around and break her back
BBL on XXL let mе see that ass clap
Let me see it jiggle
Body on Coke bottle shape, with them back dimples
Yeah, no I don't usually do this shit but baby for you, yeah I'm a munch
I might get bored and switch my bitch out every other different month
Yeah, show me how to do it
Baby, I could turn you to a freak, put your back into it
Why this **** wanna beef with me? He don't got guns (He don't got-)
I could never not be gettin' money, that is not fun (That shit ain't fun, ****)
Perky got a **** tweakin' (Got me tweakin')
Bitch better not play with me, I know what the fuck you think
Bitch better not have no secrets
I'm riding 'round with them demons (With them demons, ****)
**** keep saying that they gon' do all this and that but yet, I ain't seen it (I ain't seen it)
I ain't seen a thing
I'm in the club with a big booty bitch, she grippin' on my chain
Oh yeah, you something different, baby
Yeah, you just my type
I could be your muscle, baby
You can be my Ice Spice (That's what I like, baby)
Yeah, that's what I like
You ain't gon' find out where them **** be at
**** broke and he ain't even have no type of motion
I could never be that (Yeah)
Pop that boy, put on your ski mask (Put on your ski mask)
Get the local, push up on them bitch ass ****, go and get your get back
I could never sit back
These **** ever think I'm lyin', then come on
Go get with that (Yeah)
If you want to fuck me off this perky, baby, then I'm with that (Yeah, I'm with it, baby)
Never have no **** tellin' me, "Come get your shit back," ****
Yeah, I hate **** who ain't mind they business
Mind your business, ****
These **** ain't really 'bout that shit
Better stop that shit, come on now
Let's be serious
All these **** is my children (You my children, ****)
I tell my pretty bitch that she get whatever she want
Over here, it ain't no limits (Yeah)
You ain't have no motion for real, my ****
You gotta stop all that cappin' (Cap)
Ever since my brodie died, I can't go nowhere without the strap (My bro)
Put it in her mouth, turn her ass around and break her back
BBL on XXL let me see that ass clap
Let me see it jiggle
Body on Coke bottle shape, with them back dimples
Yeah, no I don't usually do this shit but baby for you, yeah I'm a munch
I might get bored and switch my bitch out every other different month
Yeah, shit, it don't mean shit to me
Written by: Craig Sheuring, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr, Jekobe Holloway, Jorgen Sweeney, Kameron Johnson, Yohan Soares
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