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What
Who
Okay
Bitch
You
What
Who
Yeah
What
What
Who
Bitch
I could
I could
I could
It's
Okay
Uh
Okay
It's you
I could
I could
What
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
I ain't even got no time for the trick I ain't even got no pape for the ho
Might not even have a rhyme for the bitch
But I might have you some dick you can hold
Thick in the hips but she ain't on shit
She a trip just blowin' my phone
Do what with who
Some brand new shoes go straight to the voicemail tone
Pippin' colder than an iceberg
Hotter than a f*ckin' match
Save the story, f*ck what you heard
I can't even get attached
Makin' love to the money, bag
F*ckin' up a couple racks
I need my money immediate F*cked up my vision so I can't even see the bitch
Havin' my way with the trick All she really want is dicks
She sendin' me pics Need a bitch, free the bitch
Say that she love me, I plead the fifth I'm eatin' calamari with the rice pilaf
Be lucky if she get some tuna fish
You livin' day to day on the internet
F*ck with niggas that really just do this shit
What
I could
Uh
You
Yeah
Who
What
What
Who
I could
I could
Who
Yeah
What
I could
I ain't even got no time for the trick
I ain't even got no pape for the ho
Might not even have a rhyme for the bitch
But I might have shit dick you can hold
I ain't even got no time for the trick
I ain't even got no, got no, got no
Might not even have a rhyme for the bitch
But I might, but I might, but I might, but
I might, but I might
What
What
What
What
What
What
What
What
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What
Who
Okay
Bitch
You
What
Who
Yeah
What
What
Who
Bitch
I could
I could
I could
It's
Okay
Uh
Okay
It's you
I could
I could
What
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
I ain't even got no time for the trick I ain't even got no pape for the ho
Might not even have a rhyme for the bitch
But I might have you some dick you can hold
Thick in the hips but she ain't on shit
She a trip just blowin' my phone
Do what with who
Some brand new shoes go straight to the voicemail tone
Pippin' colder than an iceberg
Hotter than a f*ckin' match
Save the story, f*ck what you heard
I can't even get attached
Makin' love to the money, bag
F*ckin' up a couple racks
I need my money immediate F*cked up my vision so I can't even see the bitch
Havin' my way with the trick All she really want is dicks
She sendin' me pics Need a bitch, free the bitch
Say that she love me, I plead the fifth I'm eatin' calamari with the rice pilaf
Be lucky if she get some tuna fish
You livin' day to day on the internet
F*ck with niggas that really just do this shit
What
I could
Uh
You
Yeah
Who
What
What
Who
I could
I could
Who
Yeah
What
I could
I ain't even got no time for the trick
I ain't even got no pape for the ho
Might not even have a rhyme for the bitch
But I might have shit dick you can hold
I ain't even got no time for the trick
I ain't even got no, got no, got no
Might not even have a rhyme for the bitch
But I might, but I might, but I might, but
I might, but I might
What
What
What
What
What
What
What
What
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Writer: Cameron Mallory, Heron Brown, Corey James
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