Lyrics

Wen I walk in the club show me luv I get daps I get kisses I get hugs Shawty twerking and she bad dam Wasup Got 1 homie that's a crip the rest is bloods I'm so fresh I'm so clean and I'm icy She said I smelled So dam good wen she walked by me She want fat boy her last man was tiny I would hit but she ratchet poison ivy These haters they watching me flex, get money I Fuck up a check Don't like me but show me respect, u owe me so now u in debt She told that she from the Jects ain't smash I jus got the neck On gawd got shooters on deck, no sneak diss I coming direct Vip bring them bottles to my section, oooh u firre and yo body that's perfection Get yo Home girl she keep being extra She knw my baby momma guess that's who she texting macho man I'm a savage do no wrestling wat u need let me know I got connections leave the club hit the Telly skip the questions Bend it over throw it back no affection
Writer(s): Byron Waters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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