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Tevin Deon’Tre Smith
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(LavishThatsTooHot, LavishThatsTooHot)
Hmm, I ain't tryna talk no, like
Hmm, I ain't tryna talk no shit, this for the shakey
Come on, like get me in there, Cam, like right here
I ain't tryna talk no shit, this for the shakey butts
Huh, the type to get on top and ride, I hate a lazy slut
Huh, I can't hit no average bitch, I need an eight and up
Huh, I ain't trippin' 'bout bein' a trick 'cause I'm gon make it up
Huh, she told me she ain't want no dick and then she ate it up
Huh, the dick ain't good if it don't make her wake the neighbors up
You ain't really that bitch type, she made you pay to fuck
Huh, don't blow your pape' buyin' pussy, you need to save it up
Huh, but if you think you like the bitch, give her your whole pocket
Huh, don't just do her hair and nails, help her go to college
Huh, we do not go together, I just go behind her
We never spent the night together, we pulled over-nighters
Huh, if you broke, leave her alone, she do not need you
Huh, I'm out here puttin' bitches on, ****, not leechin'
Huh, my type of bitches ride Benzes, ****, not Demons
She got her car and crib paid off, she not leasin'
Huh, she like her **** to be home at night not creepin'
Huh, if ain't no money on my phone, baby, I'm not leavin'
Huh, right now you got my whole heart, I hope you not cheatin'
I'm all ears, but if you 'bout to lie to me, you need to stop speakin'
Huh, I'm tryna have some fun tonight, I'm finna throw a party
Huh, baby twerked in every house, she did a show in Target
Line up the booties back to back, let's see who throw it harder
How the backshots make her yell and this bitch go to Harvard?
Huh, how I won't show nothin' but love, but I'm still broken hearted?
Hmm, I went to sleep, just checked my phone, I got woke up to argue
Her last **** called her broke, she went and upped an Audi
Huh, tax him for that pussy, bae, you not supposed to bargain
Hmm, I done gave so many shoes away, I'm known for parking
Hmm, bitch done ran through so many hoods, she known for archin'
Huh, she let **** hit for free, she ain't known for chargin'
Hmm, and her stats go off the sheet, this bitch known for chartin'
Hmm, if you open, shoot the shot, you can't hesitate
Hmm, baby ass super fat, she came heavyweight
Huh, I let the phone ring three times, I don't never wait
If I don't get a call back in five minutes, I'm forever straight
Hmm, I got a main bitch at home, you in second place
Huh, she never seen my first crib, this my second place
Hmm, watermelon Red Bull got a better taste
Hmm, we don't hit the same hoes, I got better taste
Hmm, I done flipped a lot of 'bows and I mess with Chase
Hmm, I won't stop hittin' the road until the pedal break
Hmm, I couldn't find a white bowl, I used a metal plate
Huh, that **** head got a hole, he need a metal plate, bitch, come on
It's Thirty
Real Money Counter, MINE shit, ****
Free Ri
Written by: Tevin Deon’Tre Smith