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Kyle Lavary Hang
Kyle Lavary Hang
Songwriter
Brandon Le
Brandon Le
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doublez
Doublez
Producer

Lyrics

Shawty say she wanna ball in Wraith Hundred thou I got it all in the safe If she say she want a baby, give her a baby And we go ball in Wraith Give her whatever she want I tell her get what she want She wanna go through my phone Don't go through my phone Leaving her voice at the tone Queen and we watch from the throne, uh Know I'm the shit goin crazy I couldn't let up I grind on a daily, uh Shit on em like I'm a baby Playing my song and they say it's amazing, uh How they gone say that they know me Sayin I changed, but that's prolly the old me, uh Drip on my meat like a hoagie Using no hands and she swallow the whole thing, uh Now why you always fuck my mood up, it's beyond me The way you go through my phone I'll be honest The way that you walk, baby I'll buy you whatever you want It don't even matter if it's Saint Lauren Only gone matter if that's what you want I'm putting you on fill up her body with ice Only gone fuck with a dime Ain't fucking with blondes, but I ain't having a type I'm done with being polite And she want Chanel number nine Stealing her heart like a thief in the night She wanna cry ain't no reason to fight But only gone cry if I leave for the night, woah I'm putting you on fill up her body with ice Only gone fuck with a dime Ain't fucking with blondes, but I ain't having a type I'm done with being polite And she want Chanel number nine Stealing her heart like a thief in the night She wanna cry ain't no reason to fight But only gone cry if I leave for the night Im getting that money, I spend it I spend it I spend it We fucked on the low for a cool lil minute Best believe that I hit it, I hit it Calories burning, she all into fitness Act dumb, but I know what I did Racks up, I ain't no where near finished Pipe it up, I'm all in her kidneys Ride with me if you all into winning I switched the coupe out, swing the doors up Damn he ain't pick you up in a McLaren Christian Dior you see what I'm wearin' Ballin' too hard but they say it ain't fair I love me a toxic bitch Except when she pushin' my buttons She say that she love me, she don't I'm making her cum then I'm gone Why you always fuck my mood up, it's beyond me Way you go through my phone I'll be honest Way that you walk, baby I'll buy you whatever you want It don't even matter if it's Saint Lauren Only gone matter if that's what you want I'm putting you on fill up her body with ice Only gone fuck with a dime Ain't fucking with blondes, but I ain't having a type I'm done with being polite And she want Chanel number nine Stealing her heart like a thief in the night She wanna cry ain't no reason to fight But only gone cry if I leave for the night, woah I'm putting you on fill up her body with ice Only gone fuck with a dime Ain't fucking with blondes, but I ain't having a type I'm done with being polite And she want Chanel number nine Stealing her heart like a thief in the night She wanna cry ain't no reason to fight But only gone cry if I leave for the night
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