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Yeah Mmh Must be, it must be (Beatdemons in your ear, bitch) Say they takin' over the summer, yeah, okay (ayy) Must be September spring, summer like Shree (like Shree) I promise you won't eat as long as Lebra got a plate (as long as Lebra got) hm I be on these hoes head like Tae (I'm on their head) Sexy bitch like Rubi, ass on B-I-G, that's juicy Tell him eat the coochie, better not talk back, I'm on my Uzi Take your time, slow it down, I likе my niggas to seduce me I'm a cutiе, you my nigga and I don't use that term loosely (I don't use) Still a player bitch, I'm just single and he taken (and he taken) And if the nigga get to actin' up my other niggas waitin' (yeah) He-, he call me a demon tellin' his friends that I'm satan (satan) 'Cause I give these niggas hell, don't join the team if you ain't playin' (don't join the team) Long as niggas got they mouth wide, bitch, I'm outside Take a trip to Miami not the one with Southside They know I'm a cool bitch, yeah, a big vibe, nice size But this pretty face a give you ugly lies (what?) I'ma run my game to whoever got a ear (okay) Don't ask me for no closure, I ain't makin' shit clear (shit clear) Bitch, if you can "Huh?" you can motherfuckin' hear (hear) And I clearin' up no rumors, it just it is what it is Say they takin' over the summer, yeah, okay (yeah, okay) Must be September spring, summer like Shree (like Shree) I promise you won't eat as long as Lebra got a plate (you won't eat) hm I be on these hoes head like Tae (I'm on their head) Sexy bitch like Rubi, ass on B-I-G, that's juicy Tell him eat the coochie, better not talk back, I'm on my Uzi (Better not talk back) Take your time, slow it down, I like my niggas to seduce me I'm a cutie, you my nigga and I don't use that term loosely (uh) The streets, I don't belong to 'em, they belong to me Treat a nigga like a drive through, welcome to Wendy's I don't wanna know your name, I'm like, "What you can do for me?" Go holla at them other hoes if you wanna do some shit for free I'm a boss-ass bitch, I do what the fuck I wanna (wanna) You ain't cut like me, you can go argue with your mama (argue) If he tryna cuff, track star, I'm a runner I'm outside for the summer so you know I'm blocking numbers (block, block) Period Put your man up 'cause if he look he took (oh) Fuck I look like lettin' hoes off the hook? (Yeah) Bitches sleepin' on me, they gon' wake with a crook (sleep) Y'all got buttons I been waitin' to push Say they takin' over the summer, yeah, okay (yeah, okay) Must be September spring, summer like Shree (like Shree) I promise you won't eat as long as Lebra got a plate (I promise you won't eat) hm I be on these hoes head like Tae (I'm on their head) Sexy bitch like Rubi, ass on B-I-G, that's juicy Tell him eat the coochie, better not talk back, I'm on my Uzi (Better not talk back) Take your time, slow it down, I like my niggas to seduce me I'm a cutie, you my nigga and I don't use that term loosely
Writer(s): Christopher Chris Gomez, Mark Christopher Jr Hardin, Lebra Daniels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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