Lyrics

Oh-whoa, oh-oh Polynesian (oh), I got sauce even on a Sunday (oh-oh) She ride the dick like a Hyundai (oh-oh) Bezel beatin' like a drum break, it's the Stone Age You should know better than thinkin' 'bout redemption, is you Shawshank? (Ooh) She throw it at me 'cause you mad at him Girl, don't salt shake me She might reach, gotta grap her air for no reason at all (ooh-ooh) She Guyanese, so she askin' me 'bout where I be, where I'm from (ooh-ooh) I'm high-anese, off the ganja right now, use your Chinese on me, girl (ooh-ooh) She Kylie, spent a lot on her nails, I'm Gucci to my balls (uh) You don't know my body (ay-ay) I got an A in anatomy (ay-ay) I got a fuck-nigga allergy (ay-ay) I never fucked with you actually, yeah (ay-ay) I get my pants from the Japanese, yeah (ay-ay) Open the trunk like a fiberwing, yeah (ay-ay) Could never trick, even Halloween, yeah (ay-ay) I take a bad bitch to Jollibee, yeah (ay-ay) She a neat freak, for you, for me, she do it so sloppily, yeah (ay-ay) I'm fillin' up on the macca tree, yeah (ay-ay) I'm a health nut, get the broccoli (ay-ay) Told my old bitch, "Don't talk to me" (ay-ay) I'm over words, I'm apostrophe (ay-ay) Understand me like a balcony Polynesian (oh), I got sauce even on a Sunday (oh-oh) She ride the dick like a Hyundai (oh-oh) Bezel beatin' like a drum break, it's the Stone Age (no) You should know better than thinkin' 'bout redemption, is you Shawshank? (Ooh) She throw it at me 'cause you mad at him Girl, don't salt shake me She might reach, gotta grab for her air for no reason at all (ooh-ooh) She Guyanese, so she askin' me 'bout where I be, where I'm from (ooh-ooh) I'm high-anese (yeah), off the ganja right now (yeah) Use your Chinese on me, girl (yeah, yeah) (ooh-ooh) She Kylie (yeah), spent a lot on her nails (yeah), I'm Gucci to my balls (ah, could on) You don't know my body (you don't know my) I got beef with this battery that's in my back (ooh-ooh) I got the cease and desist on you nigga, you whack (ooh-ooh) And I'ma see to it, that I leave out with a check She on my dick, my legacy all on her chin (ooh-ooh) She all moody, gettin' that thing and I leave, she all moody (ooh-ooh) I'm the one holdin' the lens, I'm unruly, I never stop goin' in (ooh-ooh) I'm in the yard workin' it, rackin' it in (ooh-ooh) Badass bitch with me, think I'm Joey (ooh-ooh) Fat ass lips, Angelina Jolie (ooh-ooh) When I Photoshop, I ain't talkin' Adobe Brand-new truck stop, open up the door hinge Colors stand out, I look like a goalie I'm from the Lou', you gon' have to show me Polynesian, I got sauce even on a Sunday (show me somethin') She ride the dick like a Hyundai (baby) Bezel beatin' like a drum break, it's the Stone Age You should know better than thinkin' 'bout redemption, is you Shawshank? She throw it at me 'cause you mad at him Girl, don't salt shake me She might reach, gotta grap her air for no reason at all She Guyanese, so she askin' me 'bout where I be, where I'm from I'm high-anese, off the ganja right now, use your Chinese on me, girl She Kylie, spent a lot on her nails, I'm Gucci to my balls
Writer(s): Christopher Jr. Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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