Top Songs By ATL Jacob
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
ATL Jacob
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jacob Canady
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kenneth Smith p/k/a DJ Plugg
Produzent:in
Hunter Brown p.k.a. Akachi
Produzent:in
Luuk Mari Broersma
Produzent:in
Lyrics
I told her head, shoulder, knee, and toes
Bad, little bih, come bent it over
Then she's dancing on my dick, but that's the G-Lock.
Took her out, she saved her appetite to eat cock.
Baby, come spit on this mic like you beat box.
Damn all my bitches look the same I need to restock.
Bad bitches popping out.
One can't trip, I'll swap her out.
Jacob like them ratchet, bitches shaking ass at Waffle House.
I just like to get them teed.
They get teed, I spend some cheese.
Dogging bitches spending bread. That's a sport, they jump like, fleas.
I like her, and she like me. I want her friend, she want a purse.
My bitch rap, she get a beat and a verse, and a burk.
She don't trip, then she get a trip. Private flight to turks, and you know soon as we land, I'm gone have to see your
head, shoulder, knee, toe, head, shoulder, knee, and toe.
And bend it over bitch, Bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch.
Hand, shoulder, knee, toe. Hand, shoulder, and knee, and toe. And
bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch. Let's go, let's go.
I like brie, I like Key, I like shay, I like tee,
I like jazz with the ass she deserve some double C.
cause them titties double C, and that pussy pressure P,
In that little shit from the back, in her tummy like I'm Lee
I remote control my hoe. She remote control her throat. 3
Step on **** bout this bitch just to fuck her with my toe.
And my hoe fuck on my hoes. That why she had all my shows.
She ain't even got a strip. She gone still clutch on the pole.
Use the mat to take the cheese. Bad bitches, fuck on G's.
Ion trap, I got five whips, still pushing keys.
I pull up, she get bread, I get head, and then I leave.
Shit, **** with too turnt.
I just had a lamb truck drive by, and everybody was lookin
I don't flex on hoes, I just ball on rookies.
My hoe smoke, 808 Pac, she don't smoke on cookies.
If She do whatever I tell her, she'll never overlook me.
I told her, hand, shoulders, knee, toe, head, shoulder, and knee, and toe.
And bend it over bitch, Bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch.
Hand, shoulder, knee, toe. Hand, shoulder, and knee, and toe. And
bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch. Bend it over, bitch.
Written by: Jacob Canady