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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nakia Norman
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Lyrics
Ayy, ayy, that bitch Lulu back again, he wanna show his ten
I don't do the hee-haw, cut it, bitch, I don't be playin
My boy fool with that dope, he cookin' with no hands
I'm at the restaurant, my glizzly on me, snuck it in my pants
Whoa he we go to court tomorrow hope is dismissal , I been prayin
Don't tell me shit, bout no hatin', ass bitch, that was a fan
That's how that chopper sound
Ayy, get your peeper off the ground
On a one way don't make one mistake, my bitch smuggle pounds
Ayy, this trap shit get wicked, I can't lie, some days it's up and down
Four up in the juice, I'm back on syrup, it's darker than Mr. Brown
Ayy, I'm shootin' off top cause if you whoop him he wanna go get his pistol now
**** get a face tatt all of a sudden, they killers now
I ain't bougie, I sit in that box of pill for pill a pound
Ayy, they told me, leave, I had the city hot bitch, I was still around
Ayy, let me find out this money made you change that's how you feelin' now
Ayy, I'm hot, hot, but cooler than a fan
You envy me and you know it, pussy boy, don't shake my hand
Frito say he had a lick, I called him back like what they sayin
Ayy, you ain't got a dime, out here in these streets, boy, you playin
That's how that chopper sound
Ayy, get your people off the ground
That's how that chopper sound
Ayy, get your people off the ground
Ayy, fuck them other ****, I'm down for my ****
I ain't in the kissin', bitches she look so good, I gotta kiss her
He was whoofin ', talkin' shit, they picked his low from his pictures
Got into it with my bitch, we broke up three days, now I miss her
****, cross me, I'ma get him back, make sure he get his issue
Wipe his nose, Lord bless him, get his ass some tissue
Bitches smile when they see you, but be hatin' on your picture
Let me find out his smoke, I'ma put you in that blender
Ayy, I'm hot, hot, but cooler than a fan
You envy me and you know it, pussy boy, don't shake my hand
Frito, say he had a lick, I called him back like what they said
Ayy, you ain't got a dime, out here in these streets, boy, you playin
That's how that chopper sound
Ayy, get your people off the ground
That's how that chopper sound
Ayy, get your people off the ground
Ayy, get your people off the ground
Written by: Nakia Norman