Lyrics Why Would She Not? - Genre

(Remember this girls)
(None of you can be first)
(But all of you can be next)
(Woah)
Yeah
Thought I would let you know
I text your phone, you text my phone, we way too sexual
You lock me down, I tie you up, you way too flexible
You say I fuck you and I dub you like you just a ho
'Cause I think that I'm next to blow, like damn yeah
I'm just doing what I can yeah
Anything for the fam yeah
Bust a bottle not a can yeah
Take a trip to Japan yeah
Might hook up with a fan yeah
We ain't saving no bands yeah
Look at my face I ain't playing yeah, yeah
Poppin' the top
Summer comin' we droppin' the top
Poppin' out, man, we do that a lot
Ribbons on top of the whip out the lot
Double up all the shit that I got
This bitch here, man, she thick as the plot
She wan' fuck me, and why would she not?
She wan' fuck me, and why would she not?
Huh, Look
LLC
Capital G
Can't name nobody that's fuckin' with me
Can't name nobody that's fuckin' with M
Can't name nobody that's fuckin' with T
Shout out to we
Look at my belt, man, that say G and G
Broski my twin but he rock Louis V
Fuckin' her three hours straight, I'm a beast
Grab us some towels and then we repeat
Pray the zeros and commas repeat
I got too much that's riding on the beat
I'm a mountain, that shit never peak
Put your best forward when you steppin to me
I'm a boss and I got enemies
So many hours they never gon' see
I don't know her but she knowin' me
Brrr

Yeah
Thought I would let you know
I fucked your friend, she in this club, I think it's time to go
She drank so much, I know her head gon' be exceptional
These bitches all up on my body, I'm professional
But I think I'm gon' let you know, like damn yeah
I'm just doin' what I can yeah
I do not pop xans yeah
I fell in love with the fans yeah
Bustin' bottles once again yeah
I ain't trading my friends yeah
Bad bitches, they tens yeah
Pour me up I'm on ten yeah, yeah
Poppin' the top
Ain't no linkin with none of the ops
I ain't cuffin' that bitch got me chopped
Ribbons on top of the whip out the lot
Double up all the shit that I got
This bitch here, man, she thick as the plot
She wan' fuck me, and why would she not?
She wan' fuck me, and why would she not?
Huh, Look
LLC
Capital G
Can't name nobody that's fuckin' with me
Can't name nobody that's fuckin' with M
Can't name nobody that's fuckin' with T
Shout out to we
Look at my belt, man, that say G and G
Broski my twin but he rock Louis V
Fuckin' her three hours straight, I'm a beast
Grab us some towels and then we repeat
Pray the zeros and commas repeat
I got too much that's riding on the beat
I'm a mountain, that shit never peak
Put your best forward when you steppin to me
I'm a boss and I got enemies
So many hours they never gon' see
I don't know her but she knowin' me
Brr