Lyrics
(Shh),
yo
We
live
in
a
bit,
so
the
gally
want
in
She
a
fine
lil'
shit,
like
can
I
slide
in?
Your
boyfriend
a
bum,
bae,
don't
mind
him
These
shawties
foreign,
I'm
flyin'
them
in,
shit
Said
she
wanna
go
Turks
Okay,
that
works,
now
pack
that
bag
(that
bag)
Most
of
the
time
I'm
calm,
I'm
cool,
but
shawty
turn
man
mad
Slim,
thick,
skim,
skin,
tight,
let
me
hit
that
You
look
good
there
(hm,
hm)
I
think
that
I'm
ambidextrous
Left
and
right
that
a
man
put
wood
there
She
spent
nine
bills
on
bundles
Take
time
when
I'm
pulling
on
good
hair
He
got
dropped
out
by
all
that
mandem
He
can't
come
here,
that
boy
ain't
good
here
Wanna
see
one
of
thеm
yutes
that
I
don't
like?
Shawty
try
tell
mе
about
soul
ties
Why
she
want
me?
I'm
a
loner
(hm)
Why
she
want
me?
I'm
a
lowlife
(why?)
I've
been
grindin'
for
like
my
whole
life
Just
me,
no
wife
(no
wife)
My
price
went
up,
now
it's
so
high
(so
high)
She
said
she
love
me,
I
don't
know
why
(know
why)
But
I
know
why
they
hate
me
(why?)
I
did
it
and
no
one
saved
me
(no)
They
been
sayin'
I'm
full
of
myself
I
step
in
the
room
like,
"Fuck
you,
pay
me"
(oh)
From
the
yard
to
the
plane
to
the
hotel
suite
Now
my
eyes
look
lazy
That
man
ain't
got
no
license,
baby
How
you
let
him
drive
you
crazy?
So,
follow
me
in
this
economy,
you
don't
want
him,
bae,
he
a
wannabe
Come
with
me,
no
need
for
democracy
(no
need)
I'll
send
him
my
apology,
I'm
spending
a
bag
I'm
all
here
for
equality,
that's
just
one
of
my
policies
Honestly,
when
I
hear
them
rumours,
it
just
sound
like
comedy
(mm-hm)
We
live
in
a
bit,
so
the
gally
want
in
She
a
fine
lil'
shit,
like,
can
I
slide
in?
Your
boyfriend
a
bum,
bae,
don't
mind
him
These
shawties
foreign,
I'm
flyin'
them
in,
shit
(shh)
Said
she
want
go
Turks
Okay,
that
works,
now
pack
that
bag
(that
bag)
Most
of
the
time
I'm
calm,
I'm
cool,
but
shawty
turn
man
mad
Slim,
thick,
skim
skin,
tight,
let
me
hit
that,
you
look
good
there
I
think
that
I'm
ambidextrous
Left
and
right,
that
a
man,
put
wood
there
She
spent
nine
bills
on
bundles
Take
time
when
I'm
pulling
on
good
hair
(take
time)
He
got
dropped
out
by
all
that
mandem
He
can't
come
here,
that
boy
ain't
good
here
I
laugh
out
loud,
didn't
know
me
then,
but
you
know
me
now
(you
know)
Fashion,
but
I
ain't
got
no
stylist,
but
still
you
know
my
style
More
like
I
look
like
my
father
now
I'm
'bout
make
that
gyal
get
down
(get-get)
Uh-uh-uh,
uh,
where's
my
crown?
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