Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah Yeah Aye (Ad libs) Yeah Aye (Producer tag) When i get home I just put my number in your, sprinkle I just put my number in your Uh I just put your number in my new phone Daydream about cars with two tone Main room pent view when I get home Sprinkle bitta blue through my gemstone I don't wanna worry bout nothin' They just wanna fight about somethin' You sayin that I'm lyin bout somethin? Big G all talk y'all bluffin' Bitch don't play high key she a temptress Word to the king LB no Memphis 23 tracks on my 23rd set list Looking at my g like damn should I send this? Damn so relentless Please do not attempt this Talk too much I'm a little bit eccentric A little bit offended That I ain't ever mentioned All of your opinions lack a little comprehension Mans all talk mans don't mean business Girly watch her tongue or I be gone til Christmas Now I'm in the cut with some 10's no fitness Tongue too sharp tongue game too vicious Rub a couple bottles cause I needa couple wishes I'll be on the red but then I'll move it to the chivas Jeanie came and asked why You wishing for the digits Chavvy with the gold but I need it for the vision I just put yo number in my new phone Day dream about cars with two tone Main room pent view when I get home Sprinkle bitta blue through my gemstone I don't wanna worry bout nothin' They just wanna fight about somethin' You sayin that I'm lyin bout somethin? Big G all talk y'all bluffin' Steeze got plenty drip no Fendi Fit too trendy charm so gently Bass like Yankee dogs no Wendy Strict no entry please don't send me Imma go and take big leaps no Frankie Name not Dame but I blaze don't thank me A little bit off bit pissed not cranky A little bit UP, got cash, not wealthy Triple with the black AC I'm stealthy PHD big boss no Delphi Got it in the bag like a bitch unhealthy Hit it from the back like damn got help me I got flash backs Full kit with the fit like nah I never had that I'm class act Get around that Now Fire power p hit the beat like I'm like rocky they can't stop me Do this properly paste no copy Things get choppy they go potty I be on a pretty girl figure no Tommy I mean body She want a coffee Vossi all the way to the motnerufcking lobby I got shotty No Uber Whole posse iced like mf' tudor I just put yo number in my new phone Day dream about cars with two tone Main room pent view when I get home Sprinkle bitta blue through my gemstone I don't wanna worry bout nothin' They just wanna fight about somethin' You sayin that I'm lyin bout somethin? Big G all talk y'all bluffin'
Writer(s): Perri Dighton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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