Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
LilDee1st
LilDee1st
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
LilDee1st
LilDee1st
Songwriter:in

Lyrics

Say what, huh, talkin' 'bout you can stick it in my butt, oh this lil hoe a freak I can't lie, me bein' me, but I just can't pay for a fee Knowin' to take shit down, might fuck a fan, hoe, at my meet and greet Hold on this shit fed why the fuck y'all start the beat Haitian buddy he ain't straight for heads and he like shrimp from deep Think I'm finna trick and you ain't fucked? Bitch, help you need a seat Gotta keep my love fire on these niggas, never know who's sweet Spend a tense week with some bad shit, then her friend, wake up, repeat Any watch you see me put on my wrist? Nigga know I bought it She know who can pay for real come fuck with us, you see we ballin This shit happen just the way I said it would fuck boy, I called it Anytime they threw the D the ball, these nigga know I caught it And no, this ain't got shit to do with sports Doggin' ain't mean winnin' sport Nigga, stay your bitch ass on the porch Your grandma raised a dork Fake-ass demon in the streets But quick to say a name in court Mouse-ass nigga Push up on the off beat Switchin' handles, stuffin' dick in mouth If I post some racks, it ain't no throwback This shit on me now Run it up in less than sixty days They wonderin' like how We got big shit, let that deuce deuce go That lil shit sound like pow
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