Songtexte




Bald head nigga, tall bread nigga
Outside all the time, y'all scared nigga
LLCs, I'm a boss ass nigga
Here a compass and a map, for you lost ass niggas
God damn, how you do Dat Dat
If she some fine shit, then you know I'ma shoot at that
Nigga try to cross me, then we can't move past that
I'm a real nigga, baby, I can prove that facts
God damn, how you do it, baby
Grab your ankles, toot it up, shake your booty, baby
Keep it movin, baby, get into it, baby
Real ass on your back, oh, you grew it, baby
Fake ass on your back, cause you bought it, baby
It don't matter, it look good, you look awesome, baby
You turn around and I was starin, yeah, you caught me, baby
Day dreamin' on how I can fuck you, doggy, baby
You made it clap, clap, clap, Round of applause, baby
I'm like your washer, I'm just tryna get them drawers, baby
Neighbors heard us and they damn near called the law, baby
Phone on silent, you ain't takin' no more calls, baby
Wet, wet, wet, should've checked the forecast
Fuck you good and I'ma order us some DoorDash
Great brain, I'm in love with your little dork ass
You know they said a hard head make a sore ass, for real
God damn, how you do Dat, Dat
If she some fine shit that you know I'ma shoot at that
Nigga try to cross me, then we can't move past that
I'm a real nigga, baby, I can Prove that facts
God damn, how you do it, baby
Grab your ankles, toot it up, shake your booty, baby
Keep it movin, baby, get into it, baby
Real ass on your back, oh, you grew it, baby
Real ass on your back, oh, you homegrown
Girl, you got it goin' on in your own zone
All these skinny hoes hatin, tell them gone on
Mad, cause they built like
Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
She on the beat, shakin' ass, this the thong song
Smoking good gas, got my eyes like I'm Hong Kong
Baby daddy cheated, she ain't cry, oh she strong, strong
When I bust, she just keep goin' like a long song
When I bust, she just keep goin' till it's all gone
Tell your friend to come in here, baby, we all grown
When your nigga out of town, I'm who you call on
I love a boss bitch, gon' get your ball on
Talkin' bout how, how you do Dat, dat
If she some fine shit, then you know I'ma shoot at that
Nigga try to cross me, then we can't move past that
I'm a real nigga, baby, I can prove that facts
God damn, how you do it, baby
Grab your ankles, toot it up, shake your booty, baby
Keep it movin, baby, get into it, baby
Real ass on your back, oh, you grew it, baby
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Keise on the track
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh



Autor(en): Ronny O'neal Wright Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.
Wird geladen
Wird geladen