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I've never seen, I'm leanin', baby, I won't OD Ooh (mm-mhm, mhm) (Mm-mhm, mhm) Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (yeah) Top drop, where your clothes? Where your clothes? Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy (get it close) Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes? Oh I want loud and she want lean (lean) I keep sipping on codeine (codeine) Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (huh) All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us (uh) Is you gon' blow? (Blow) Ayy, if I take you out, are you really on go? (On go) ayy Fuck on my bro (bro), ayy Suck on it fast (fast), don't you suck on it slow (slow) Get hit with the mag' (the mag'), ayy Hop in a Porsche, huh (woah) Get in a Jag' (a Jag'), ayy Fuck on your bitch then send the pics to her dad (bitch) I got the racks (racks) I got them racks (whore) Fuck on your whore, uh All in her splat, like He was in a gram, fuckin' on a Fefe Now he out here, shootin' videos on P street Thick bitch, she from Georgia with a super peach She suck my Florida oranges, oh my God, she's such a freak (a freak) Ayy Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (yeah) Top drop, where your clothes? Where your clothes? Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy (get it close) Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes? Oh I want loud and she want lean (lean) I keep sipping on codeine (codeine) Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (huh) All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, hold up, wait, ho Don't play no games, no We keep them Ks loaded Slide the opps with my bang bros Turnt shit, won't change, though Back out front with the Range Rover Put it on your main ho Uh, uh, uh Hundred shots by the case load I'm havin' steppers on the payroll I'll give you what you think you came for Don't need to explain, they know I'll give this shit my heart and way more When they see me down, it's gon' take more I'll take my crown and catch a halo Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (yeah) Top drop, where your clothes? Where your clothes? Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy (get it close) Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes? Oh I want loud and she want lean (lean) I keep sipping on codeine (codeine) Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (huh) All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us (uh) Huh, huh, hold up, wait, huh Drop-top, huh Where your clothes, stupid ho? Gotta go, huh, huh Ridin' 'round with that .40, let that pole bust I can't argue with no niggas, I do no discussion (that's on my mama) When we see you, press that issue, you said, "Oh, it's nothin'" (that's on my mama) Lil' nigga from the G, turned nothing to something (oh my God) And we too slime, they don't call us slime for nothin' (yeah, yeah) I was with my brother, cruisin' in that real splash Now we in a foreign car, yeah, this that real Jag' And I got my dough up, nigga, get a real bag Put the pistol to his kidney, I'm like, "Give me that" Just give me that, damn Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (yeah) Top drop, where your clothes? Where your clothes? Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy (get it close) Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes? Oh I want loud and she want lean (lean) I keep sipping on codeine (codeine) Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (huh) All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us (uh)
Writer(s): Jamell Demons, Brandon King, Eduardo Juarez Hernandez, Nigel Benjamin Epps, Devale Rivers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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