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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xavier Wulf
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Andrew Beard
Lyrics
Lyrics
(Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)
I'm rockin' Fendi, at Wendy's buyin' plenty, with Sidney (Yo)
New York City, 350 and I'm tipsy (Yo), I'm tipsy
You know I'm tipsy, you know I know them Brittanys (Aye) and Sidneys (Aye)
I pull up with hickeys and they still suck me and lick me
And my bitches not strictly dickly (Uh-huh), they know I'm trickin'
Didn't he, didn't he throw all them Benjis, you saw them 50s
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Listen, bitch, I told you do not trust him from the beginning
Ya ain't listen, ya ain't listen, get the fuck on the 750
(Ooh) I completely dare a bitch to try and hit my blunt (Uh-huh)
I completely dare a **** that thought I was a punk (Who?)
I completely pull up to you bitch whenever I want (Uh-huh)
I completely strip a bad bitch and knock it down (Yeah)
Pull my .46 and go rumble through the town
I cannot be found, I'm in the dungeon trimmin' loud
Told that bitch fuck 12, no cuffin' here allowed
Bitch, that ain't my style, I get giggity goo wild
Wulf Quagmire (Yeah), I think I'm Jeff, I'm trickin' out
When, where, and how? Bitch, you got me so aroused
I don't need a spouse (Yeah), I got no time for cat and mouse (Uh-huh)
Run a bitch throat, oh, oh, then kick her out
All the stripper women stare at Jeffery stuntin' dummy
I'm sippin' gin and tonic, stomach feelin' funny, dummy
I'm damn near 'bout to vomit, bitches say they comin', want it
They know I got them hundreds and I know they want it, want it
The HQ is haunted, that's your only warning, yeah
The night is still a youngin, even though it's sunny, aye
And, bitch, if you don't show me nothing, I don't owe you nothin'
All my bitches pussy poppin', all my bitches on somethin'
Ho, thousand on my kicks, boy, leave a **** fixed, boy
(Boy, bitch, what, yeah)
Makin' shit like Hit-Boy, never been no lick, boy
Bitch, I am a drip boy, diamonds on me white, boy
Hangin' out the coupe, bitch, I'm lookin' like a Spice Boy
All these hoes be goofy, tell her relax like white noise
Bitch, I came from Gucci, just bought some shit that wasn't in store
All these **** groupies, they need to go back bein' employed
Like Eazy, bitch, I'm ruthless, but, bitch, I am a Water Boy
Bitch
Written by: Xavier Andrew Beard