paroles de chanson Is Watit Is - D. Weathers

Slide
How she gonna slide?
Slide, how she gonna slide?
(Balloon shit nigga)

How she gonna slide in my DM, talking 'bout she wanna hit
Like I ain't know she a friend of a friend of a friend of my bitch
Why she always trying to lie to me? I swear that shit making me sick
You wanna fuck and I wanna fuck, it is what it is

I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick
I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick
I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick
I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick

I got the wait
Tell me who next wanna lick?
She in my DM shooting her shot, she can get hit
I'm letting her know, right off the rip that I ain't shit
But if you wanna fuck and I wanna fuck, it is what it is

Came through with all that ass I ain't know that she had back with her
Double tap on the gram, goddamn I ain't see the whole picture
Seen the snap, heard the music with the filter thought she was catfishing
Pussy tight, super tight, pillow fight, all night, all in it
I like the head when it slow
I like to feel on her throat
I got a round and a half in me but you gonna get fucked like a pro
I'm talkin' 'bout all the positions
I'm talkin' 'bout all in the kitchen
We fuckin' on all of the counters
We fuckin' up mommy good dishes

Slide in my DM talking 'bout she wanna hit
Like I ain't know she a friend of a friend of a friend of my bitch
Why she always trying to lie to me? I swear that shit making me sick
You wanna fuck and I wanna fuck, it is what it is

I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick
I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick
I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick
I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick

I spit all her mouth, I do the shit twice, I'm making it nasty
Drinking and fucking, spilling champagne all over her ass cheeks
One leg in the air, getting all crazy, pulling hair weave
Hand on her neck, choke her to death, she like, "Nigga don't kill me" (Don't kill me)
But then she wanna eat, uh
$200 for the bill uh
Buck 50 on her nails uh
$500 for Brazil uh
How much for the heels? Oh
That shit gotta chill oh
Hold on you want a bag? Wait (What?)
Can a nigga get a deal? (Wooow)
Pussy is costing me
But that shit tasty as hell
The shit is worth all the Givenchy
The shit is worth all the Chanel
Louis V all on her waist
We playing chess on her belt
I wanna tell all of my niggas
But I need her all to myself

Slide in my DM talking 'bout she wanna hit
Like I ain't know she a friend of a friend of a friend of my bitch
Why she always trying to lie to me? I swear that shit making me sick
You wanna fuck and I wanna fuck, it is what it is

I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick
I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick
I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick
I got the lollipop, tell me who next wanna lick