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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh, I got a porn star's tenacity
Fuck her like it's ten of me
I've been a nasty ****, ****
I got a dopeboy's tenacity
Cocky like I got ten keys and they harassin' me
Woo, super freak in my passenger
She a superstar and got it bad for me
If I hang up, she call right back to me
You cut her legs off, she'd crawl right back to me, yeah
[Verse 2]
Addicted like crack to my tenacity
I made a path for all my savages, I'm business savvy, see
It must be March 'cause y'all mad at me
It's March Madness and I ball like Kansas City
You against me in the city
You know how many pretty bitches drove me to liquor stores?
For condoms and sour liquor straws
I get 'em Hot Cheetos just to see her lick fingers, your boy
[Verse 3]
Been had a playboy's tenacity
Fuck her like it's ten of me
I've been a nasty ****, ****
I got a dopeboy's tenacity
Cocky like I got ten keys and they harassin' me
Woo, super freak in my passenger
She a superstar and got it bad for me
If I hang up, she call right back to me
You cut her legs off, she'd crawl right back to me
[Verse 4]
Actually
She really crawl, lift my balls
And lick the whole sack for me
Playboy tenacity, umbrellas in my daiquiri
If I ain't poppin', why the paparazzi flashin' me?
Can you answer me?
I call it playboy's tenacity
Yeah, that's what it is, that's what it has to be
Yeah, look how I live, this how it had to be
I want it now more than ever
Mo' money, mo' problems, but the money make it better
I ain't tryna fuck
And that just fucked her head up
I'm sick, what's the diagnosis?
That's why I wrote this
You know, bitch
[Verse 5]
I got a playboy tenacity
Fuck her like it's ten of me
I've been a nasty ****, ****
I got a dopeboy's tenacity
Cocky like I got ten keys and they harassin' me
[Verse 6]
Racin' wing on the GT4
I'm finna drive this motherfucker to the ocean floor
Cold world, long nights with my old girl
If I put a baby in her, I hope she don't abort
I found Atlantis in Atlanta at a strip club
Body was the palace
Or maybe it was Dallas
Excuse me if I'm scattered
But, switchin' all these timezones really leave ya mind gone
If you don't mind me askin'
Can you put your hands on your hips, baby, dip, dip, dip?
Put your shoes on the bed, share my whip, I don't trip
Windows got tint, so
You can wear whatever you like
And less is more, the funny thing about life
Is the clock keeps tickin', so let's have a good time
And time is of the essence, you should get undressed and that's fine
And do whatever you can think and take the stress off your mind
And if you need it, well, believe it
You could do it all night, alright
Written by: Eric Goudy II, Rico Love, Tremaine Neverson