Lyrics

We get caught and she won't tell the truth That's how we do And I ain't worried she gon keep it cool And get the scoop On the low my bitch gon bust tool They bust a move Get to duckin in a Benz coupe I'm on the loose Get to duckin in a Benz coupe I'm on the loose She wanna fuck inside the Benz too Ain't got no room Run it up You know the Cash rules Cash rules Living good look what the cash do Look what the cash do Baby Shawty she ride for me crazy She wanna ride on me Feeling like I'm driving miss daisy She driving and pushing the limit Some straight get away shit Finna head for the desert Her pussy gone be the oasis Latex You know I'm never the safest She live her life on the dangerous Beat like the pussy is painless She yelling never complaining She like it better when faded Shawty she ride for me crazy Holding me down cuz I fuck her Had to switch it tough when I knew I lottery lucked up Had girls in the past Who let they heart die off a hiccup She givin me chance I clown like love of New York She holding me down like what you loving me for You show me loyalty it can't be ignored She holding down like what she loving me for She showing me things that make me keep her for more We get caught and she won't tell the truth That's how we do And I ain't worried she gon keep it cool And get the scoop On the low my bitch gon bust tool They bust a move Get to duckin in a Benz coupe I'm on the loose Get to duckin in a Benz coupe I'm on the loose She wanna fuck inside the Benz too Ain't got no room Run it up You know the Cash rules Cash rules Living good Look what the cash do Look what the cash do I ain't nothin' like ya last dude I'm past dude He been sellin out I gave her packs To sell it back to him If she fall in luv I break her off And she right back to him That's just how it go When you got hoes that make them bands move Go get the stick All these bitches thinkin they the shit I gave her drip If I shoot that shot then I won't miss Go get the blick Show you what it Take to be legit This how we live We gon run it up then go right back again I need them bands Stop that I had to chill on cock back Cuz a nigga used to go windmill No chill had to empty all the trix in my thot bag Thots in the trick bag lemme hit that Ain't never see no shit no contacts Lil shawty get high off the contact Phone sex? Pull up for the wet wet Neck neck Shawty gone ride for me crazy I'm off erringer la Pulling right up to me she get more happy than pay day We go way back kayday Shawty gone ride for me crazy That's how we do And I ain't worried she gon keep it cool And get the scoop On the low my bitch gon bust tool They bust a move Get to duckin in a Benz coupe I'm on the loose Baby Shawty she ride for me crazy She wanna ride on me Feeling like I'm driving miss daisy She driving and pushing the limit Some straight get away shit Finna head for the desert Her pussy gone be the oasis Latex You know I'm never the safest
Writer(s): Ian Woode Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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