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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Shine
Lil Shine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jasper Johnson
Jasper Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jxyy2k
jxyy2k
Producer
bstrxy
bstrxy
Producer

Lyrics

What's up, huh, bitch? Huh
Thought it was date night
24/7, it's cake night, huh
Look at the time in the daytime, huh (Bitch)
Need that lil' Chevy, huh, huh, I hit my dougie
Bitches, they love me, dick in her tummy, huh, ha
Drank in my tummy, this shit lovely (Jalen Go Kraz)
These straight blue strips, no set trip, I love all types of money
Servin' them fiends, this ho nose is runny, I think the hoes is callin'
Wake up, grab my strap, okay, bitch, come scratch my back
I got two hoes lickin' my sack
G19, I-I can't lack
I got hoes workin' on the block, girl
I can't be like one tellin' me go and check my clock, girl
I sip drank like water, these hoes sip straight water
Oh, she workin' late nights, she must have no father (Oh)
Haha, got the Percs stuck on my tonsil
I'm at Broder's eating pasta, she got powder in her nostril
I flip tricks like Eric Koston, sent this ho right back to Boston
Got this fine ho on my Johnson (Wait, that's me)
I'm the biggest load, I pulled up and rocked her boat (Hahahaha)
White bitch, she look just like coke
Think he slime, I wiped his nose
I showed him the seal, he said, "Oh, that's the real deal", ha
(Yippee)
(Blood, you got got)
Don't test me, I said, "Don't test me"
I said, "Don't test me," I said, "Don't test me"
Ah-ah, you was sippin' that fake drank
You was sippin' that fake drank
You was sippin' that fake drank, you was sippin' that fake drank
How that fake drank taste? You sippin' on shit stain
Sip Tuss', cup piss stained, sip drank, my piss pink
Four lines, four lines, huh, wake up to that drank taste
W-what's up, huh, bitch? Huh
Thought it was date night
24/7, it's cake night, huh
Look at the time in the daytime, huh (Bitch)
Need that lil' Chevy, huh, huh, I hit my dougie
Bitches, they love me, dick in her tummy, huh, ha
Drank in my tummy, this shit lovely (Jalen Go Kraz)
These straight blue strips, no set trip, I love all types of money
Servin' them fiends, this ho nose is runny, I think the hoes is callin'
Wake up, grab my strap, okay, bitch, come scratch my back
I got two hoes lickin' my sack
G19, I-I can't lack (Hahahaha)
I can't lack
Written by: Jasper Johnson
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