Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travion Rogers
Songwriter
T'Andre Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tray Sonic
Producer
Lyrics
I wanna fuck on this lil mama I just met in the 'D'
You know my foot is in the door so don't come playing with me
I told my brother cook up something and then he sent this to me
And I'm not doing no fucking round cause I got places to be
I wanna fuck on this lil mama I just met in the 'D'
You know my foot is in the door so don't come playing with me
I told my brother cook up something and then he sent this to me
And I'm not doing no fucking round cause I got places to be
Yeah I got places to be
You tryna catch up with me
It's gone be harder than you think I'm doing a hundred fifteen
I'm on my way to the East
I'm finna peel off the block
I can't be mad I'm getting rich and yeah I need a new watch
Tryna eat of niggas plates sir I need you to stop
Sneak dissin' to whoever yous a neighborhood opp
You see this ice around my neck it's for AC cause I'm hot
I got the bitches tryna fan me they can't wait till I drop
I wanna fuck on this lil mama I just met in the 'D'
You know my foot is in the door so don't come playing with me
I told my brother cook up something and then he sent this to me
And I'm not doing no fucking round cause I got places to be
I wanna fuck on this lil mama I just met in the 'D'
You know my foot is in the door so don't come playing with me
I told my brother cook up something and then he sent this to me
And I'm not doing no fucking round cause I got places to be
Yeah my foot is in the door and I'm plugged in like Big Moe
And then lil shawty tryna fuck but when we done she be sore
And I can tell the dick was good cause how she walked to the door
And when I hit her from the back she almost fell on the floor
They like "damn she almost fell"
Young nigga you hell
Wish em well
Fuck they feelings smoke one and pour some crown
On site you catch a round
Ain't no smoking out the pound
I'm balling on a budget and they sleep on me right now
Forswah yeah I'm too wild
I take your bitch just with my smile
Diamonds dancing round my neck that I done had for a while
It's been a year and you still leaching I don't want you around
Kick rocks dog hoe and we can meet at the pound
This lil mama I just met in the 'D'
You know my foot is in the door so don't come playing with me
I told my brother cook the shit up then he sent this to me
And I'm not doing no fucking round cause I got places to be
Forswah
Writer(s): Travion Rogers
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