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Seven squids In my whip (In my whip) Show your tits, uh Uh Dollie Seven squids (Seven squids) In my whip (In my whip) Show your tits (Show your tits) Give me lip (Yeah) She suckin' my tip (Ooh) Break her bones (Yeah) She need some milk (Ouch) Baby, I'm a hood star Baby, I'm a guitar Get played like a guitar Playin' with them rockstars Birthed in these stars She don't need stars At the top like tree stars Wearin' G-Star Pop him with that Glock (Pop, pop, pop) Now you a pop star (Yeah) Pussy man, Pop-Tart Boy, you not hard (Believe it) Switch color like cop cars (Dub) These niggas real dubs (I swear) They can't get no love (They can't) Lil' dub can't get no love (No) What is a dub? (Dub) We sittin' on dubs (Dubs) Throwin' dubs in the club (Club) Fuckin' on sluts (Sluts) Bitch, I'm a big pimp (Big pimp) I give out big tips (Tips) I got a big bitch (Big bitch) She got some big lips (Big lips, yeah) Seven squids up in the Geo Bald head bitch, I call her Ne-Yo On that pole just like she Neo Squeaky pussy, call it Theo Chipmunk pussy, yeah, it's real In the ho just like O'Neal Diamonds breathin' like a gill (Gill) Hard to swallow like a pill (Pill) Pockets fatter than a seal Fifteen niggas in that field like we play for NFL Bitch named April, Little Bill I smile like Quaker on oatmeal Fuckin' on hoes, that's the deal (Yeah), yeah Seven squids (Seven squids) Seven squids (Seven squids) In my whip (In my whip) Show your tits (Show your tits) Give me lip (Yeah) She suckin' my tip (Ooh) Break her bones (Yeah) She need some milk (Ouch) Baby, I'm a hood star Baby, I'm a guitar Get played like a guitar Playin' with them rockstars Birthed in these stars She don't need stars At the top like tree stars Wearin' G-Star Testin' (Yeah), one, two (Yeah), three Four (Yeah), five, six (Yeah) Seven squids (Yeah) and they lit (Yeah) They magicians, turnin' tricks (Yeah) Turnin' tricks (Yeah) Flip that, smack that shit (Yeah) They said I couldn't do it (Boy) I'm like, "Shit" (Yeah) I'm that man in the box (Hey) I pop out, Pop-Tart (Pop-Tart) Hit that pussy, pow Then I'm back in the box (Hey, ah) I got the game on lock (Ah) I got your bitch on lock (Ah) Yeah, you be blowin' her up (Ah) She got your call on block I got ratchet bitches (Yup) Bad and bougie bitches (Yup) I got closet bitches (Yup) I got choosy bitches (Yup) After me and I ain't runnin' (No), uh This money chasin' me and I ain't runnin' (No) Hundred bottles poppin', I'm stuntin' (Oh) Just label me a baller, I'm puntin' (Oh) Yeah, yeah Seven squids, yeah, in my crib, yeah Foreign whip, yeah, on my stick (Yeah), yeah Seven squids (Seven squids) Seven squids (Skrrt) In my whip (In my whip) Show your tits (Show your tits) Give me lip (Yeah) She suckin' my tip (Ooh) Break her bones (Yeah) She need some milk (Ouch) Baby, I'm a hood star Baby, I'm a guitar Get played like a guitar Playin' with them rockstars Birthed in these stars She don't need stars At the top like tree stars Wearin' G-Star Seven squids in my whip No slave back Bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout a Maybach Bitch, I'm beatin' like an eight-track You don't get hit, that's straight cap I'm a needle in a haystack Got more bitches than date apps But I don't ever rate apps What's good? She always get picked up like picture books I'm the big bad wolf when robbin' hoods They tryna steal my sauce like a cookbook-ook Yeah, seven, seven, seven Seven, seven, seven, seven (Brr) Seven squids (Seven squids) In my whip (In my whip) Show your tits (Show your tits) Give me lip (Yeah) She suckin' my tip (Ooh) Break her bones (Yeah) She need some milk (Ouch) Seven squids (Seven squids) Seven squids (Seven squids) Seven squids (Seven squids) Seven squids (Seven squids) Seven squids, yeah Dollie Uh
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Robert Kelly, Saaheem Malik Valdery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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