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(MC, make another hit) bitch, when is we fuckin' again? Graah (Project-Project X-X-X) graah, graah (Bitch, when is we fuckin' again?) Graah Damn, I gotta relax New opp, he got put in my gas Like, it's a body if I kick it to Krash Fuck, I think the D's on my- Switch-Switch it in sport, if the D's on my ass Body shot like Kim Kardash- These niggas fast, they run like Flash Pass it to Steve, he gon' 'oot it like Nash On his body, don't let him get low Yo Touch, this shit a float Too many deads, I don't know what to roll Keep a G, 'cause I don't wanna go Pin it down, thumb tack Tried to get low, told bro come back They don't shoot but they all run track Run up on me, bet he won't run back Hennessy got me bent, bitch, when is we fuckin' again? Like, if the pussy is good, I'ma spend But fuck it, could kick it to Jenn She a thootie, can tell by the walk (tell by the walk) Sip Wock', can't even talk (can't even talk) I can't help it, I stay in the stores (What? Damn) Bitch-Bitch, I be totin' in Christian Dior (it's Carter, dickhead) Like what, Jah pass the stick (what?) Fuck, D's on my hip (D's on my hip) Call up SV, tell him speed up the whip (speed up the whip) It's okay, they can't see through the tint (see through the tint) Yo, Star, why the fuck is he eyein'? (Like, damn-damn) P-PSTD from the sound of the sirens (graah, graah) Hmph, think he on timin'? (Like, what?) Bullets is spreadin' like it was a virus (it was a virus) Hennessy got me bent, bitch, when is we fuckin' again? Like, if the pussy is good I'ma spend But fuck it, could kick it to Jenn She a thootie, can tell by the walk (tell by the walk) Sip Wock', can't even talk (can't even talk) I can't help it, I stay in the stores (what? Damn) Bitch, I be totin' in Christian Dior (it's Carter, dickhead) Like, I just met her she told me she love me (love me) Like, she just want money and dick (on bro) We in the spot told her give me a kiss I could taste all the Casamigos on her lips (get back, bitch) And if she a ten, I let her hold my knocker (knocker) Ni-Nine shots in this gun, Ibaka (Ibaka) Shh, Shh! Don't know who shot 'em (shot 'em) Tryna shoot on this court I bet Mdotty block 'em (bitch) I'm in the spot with the Crippys (with Crippys) Like, I'm in the spot, and I'm grippy (grippy) Like, please don't eye me in this party Always feel safe when I know Star be with me Like, off the Wocky, I'm drippy Like, off the D'USSÉ, l'm litty (litty, bitch) I'm tryna party with all the dooties I got my face like all up in her titties, damn Hennessy got me bent, bitch, when is we fuckin' again? Like, if the pussy is good I'ma spend But fuck it, could kick it to Jenn She a thootie, can tell by the walk (tell by the walk) Sip Wock', can't even talk (can't even talk) I can't help it, I stay in the stores (what? Damn) Bitch-Bitch, I be totin' in Christian Dior (it's Carter, dickhead)
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Mohamed Camara, Zaire T. Rivera, Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure, Henry Olatunde Fasheun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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