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Letras

[Verse 1]
Big shit everywhere we kick it
A bunch of bad hoes everywhere we go
Just stay high fly as a first class ticket
A bunch of bitches with me, boy
You better believe I'ma show her how to go off
Go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
Make the ho go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
We go up, go up, and go out
[Verse 2]
Make 'em bitches go off, she just wanna show off
Molly got her up late like Arsenio Hall
I'm being goin' so off, finna rip the door off
Rockstar lifestyle, heavy metal, mohawk
[Verse 3]
Hmm, say B.o.B. forever, I'ma be ridin' whatever whip
With a fine big booty chick, tryna find a better bitch
You try me, ho, you die tryna find some better dick
The blind can I'm the finest, daddy's here, ho
[Verse 4]
Shades on, Ray Ban, dark as Akon
All these **** taking shots, I got Bobby-Ray guns, pow
Genesis, chilling with my day ones
I ain't saving hoes, I ain't got no cape on, I got
[Verse 5]
Bitches with plenty body, ass don't fit their skinny body
Bustin' out these legs and show her camera told everybody, damn
I beat that pussy, paralyze it, kill it
Then I tell her man he can come identify it
[Verse 6]
Big shit everywhere we kick it
A bunch of bad hoes everywhere we go
Just stay high fly as a first class ticket
A bunch of bitches with me, boy
You better believe I'ma show her how to go off
Go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
Make the ho go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
We go up, go up, and go out
[Verse 7]
Bitch, you better go up, fuck it, let's have a ho up
And wrong if she eat it too, sure you want me to leave wit you? (What?)
Bad bitches with me, yeah, you know I keep a few of them
Know it ain't enough, if it's the gang and just two of them
[Verse 8]
And um, I've been the shit since I was little
The hoes don't fuck with, won't even piss on y'all ****
I don't laugh and joke with 'em, Kevin Hart can make 'em giggle
Her ass up, face down, with her face all in the pickle
[Verse 9]
Hey, before they take a shot, now you wetter than a pool, bih
Baby, cut the act, girl, you must be tryin' to fool me (What?)
Heard you knew some tricks, girl, you must be tryin' to school me
No phones in the room, baby, that's the only roofie
[Verse 10]
Told bae not to because of two, me and Rico from the back
Doin' the dougie with the fool in you
Got her on the knees like she praying to my blue jeans
What you talking, that I only go swimming if a pool huh
[Verse 11]
Big shit everywhere we kick it
A bunch of bad hoes everywhere we go
Just stay high fly as a first class ticket
A bunch of bitches with me, boy
You better believe I'ma show her how to go off
Go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
Make the ho go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
We go up, go up, and go out
[Verse 12]
All up in the club, I think I'm finna go off
Look at my shoes, damn it, I'm finna show off
I'm blowing real pressure, my Gucci shoes are better
It's slap a bitch contest, go off, you better bitch, go
[Verse 13]
Wait she beg me to kid, I'm tryna kiss me a body
Put that ass in position and work it up like a hobby
Soon as I finish up, she got introduced to that lobby
Told her she won't be no New Edition like I was Bobby
[Verse 14]
Get a slap bitch contest, over my bitch foreign
When we leave the club, I'ma eat the pussy for fun
I might do the dougie like Booke and hit it like that
I ain't Kevin Gates, but I eat that booty for a stack, let's go
[Verse 15]
Naw, she gon' get this workout, in a different weight class
Say she need this new dick, probably 'cause they can't last
Bitch, I'm gon' take flight, now it's time to plane crash
I pull up with that top back, bottom of it stay glad
[Verse 16]
Big shit everywhere we kick it
A bunch of bad hoes everywhere we go
Just stay high fly as a first class ticket
A bunch of bitches with me, boy
You better believe I'ma show her how to go off
Go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
Make the ho go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
We go up, go up, and go out
Written by: Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr, C Harris, Frazier Thompson, Jacquez Lowe, Kedral Long, Shauntrell Pender, Shomari Wilson

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