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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thee Prophecy
Vocals
Lil Woadie
Vocals
Mike Sherm
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Muriithi
Songwriter
Lyrics
What it do, bitch?
Say you love me? I don't wanna hear that bullshit
Put it in your mouth like a mother fucking toothpick
Hit a bitch, then got up out the room like she-
Dumb ****, it ain't free, ****
Keep the white one me, ****
Want smoke? Yeah, it's free ****
You know what it do, ****
My crew act a fool, ****
All my **** monkeys, call them zoboomafoo, ****
Bitch, I'm booted up, big 40 look like a UCE ****
You know what it do, ****
I'm cooning with my coon ****
Oh, free my **** KK, he ain't racist do, but he keep a big AK
He gon' shoot you in your face though
You know what it do tho', aye
Shout out Bruno
Bruno type a **** shoot you, make you fucking sing though
Ooh, oh, AEIO, don't owe you, 'cause you trippin', ****
What it do though? Do though
Aye, it ain't free, hoe
Pay that fee, you know what it be, I'm a pimp hoe, pimp hoe
Aye, free Peto
Peto shot a ****, so he locked up in the clink though, mm, ah
You know where I be?
Booted up with my Chinese
Twin Glocks they Siamese, oh
And I'm geeking
Someone call beacon, 'cause your bitch, yeah, she freaking (freaking)
What it do, bitch?
Said you love me, I don't wanna hear that bullshit
Put it in your mouth like a mother fucking toothpick
Hit a bitch then got up out the room like she pooted
I don't show and tell, so my hammer stay secluded
Taught 'em how to do it, all these **** is my students
You never seen these kicks 'cause these bitches is exclusive
She like what I put up in her ear, Q-tip
Been in the game, I ain't gotta prove shit
Kick a bitch to the curb if she useless
I'm too smart, I can't fuck with a dufus
Rap **** diss me, but he can't sell units
Aye, aye, I'm a rock star
Let that nerd **** go, he a pop tart
She ain't really go no ass but her top hard
He a snitch, probably riding in a cop car
Why these **** always hating?
Tricking on these hoes, I ain't talking 'bout no skating
Shopping at target, while I'm shopping at the Bravern
I don't even go out, you would think a **** taken, bitch
I'm really not though
One solid nut out the bitch, then I'm gonzo
Running through her team, like I play for the Broncos
Lil Woadie from the West, but a **** ain't from Congo
Stupid, I'm exclusive
Ex called my phone, so I hit with the "Who this?"
All my money old, but I'm always rocking new shit
And I can't trust a bitch if her favorite candy Lucas
Climbing to the top, you at the bottom like bikini
All I do is pour it up, no Riri
After the show, hit it once, shit was easy
Prolly won't hit again, 'cause that bitch wasn't freaky, bitch
Written by: David Waithanji Muriithi, Krubale Mulugeta, Michael Sherman