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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blo
Blo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zyire Robinson
Zyire Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dollaz
Dollaz
Producer
BankBoi
BankBoi
Producer

Lyrics

He want me bad, heard he a duck
Can't get no coochie out the queen, put some Lulu on this butt
I'm so delulu for you, I'll buy Lulu for you
The white Carhartt jacket, man, some Bottega shoes
Yeah, you can be replaced, but I don't never wanna lose (Exo)
You can get every color, you ain't gotta pick and choose
Send the link when you're done
Or I can send you the funds
Make sure you get you a couple of skirts, you finna be all in the sun
A trip to Turks, you and your friends on a boat, they shakin' their buns
They say, "You talk to a **** in prison?" but I'm on a hell of a run
I'm still independent
I'm still in jewelry, I still got pendants
Fashion Nova all in your email, let me put some Lulu in it
Shein keep blowing up your Gmail, tell 'em Lulu gonna send it
They keep tryna get you deals, want you to put your booty in it
If you don't want Lulu, I'll buy you Pucci, lightskin shit like Renni Rucci
If you Keyshia, I'm your Gucci, who is Jeezy? Who wan' shoot me?
We don't need a cameraman, but we finna shoot us a movie
I ain't been eatin' no cereal, but I'll go cuckoo for your coochie
You been marinating, you need a real **** to knock that dust off
Don't even trip out, four-five big as hell, it damn near knocked my hip off
You got on Lulu courtside at the game, you waitin' on the tipoff
Might get pissed off, ****, my cup not Cristal
Smokin' shit, this ain't a menthol
Play gangster, but them **** bitch, y'all
He got a wrist and I'm takin' his wrist off
She rockin' Lulu, she takin' her Ricks off
Use your feet when you jackin' my dick off
I'm on Percs, I'ma fuck her, won't go soft
They keep Virgil, but I still'll go off
I be swervin', damn near took the door off
Fuck me in a Rolls-Royce, the Cullinan
Pull out, no, I'm cummin' in
I got the ball, I ain't fumblin'
Like a pool, I can't wait 'til I jump in it
She can't take it, she always run from it
She throw it back 'cause she want somethin'
That Lulu ain't nothin' but some lunch money
Written by: Zyire Robinson
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