Imma hop in the car
Get to driving that shit like a racer
Holly be ballin so hard like a pacer
Turn up the show me and Lo jump on shit like Kurt Angle
Running the play like i play for the bengals
Fl-Flip it up like hot potato
My cup so goddamn red , you'd think i was sipping on juice
Straight up out the tomato
Draggin so hard tow the bitch like im Mater
Smoking on candy its now or its later
Build me a bitch imma make her
Only trust in my gun and i trust in my maker
Im drippin so dark like im Vader
Engineer cut the beat up like he had a lightsaber
She like Holly ion know
Why the f*ck your music make me move like this
Its the flavor
No bitch its the glam!
Me and Durk got shit in common cuz i only hang with the fam
Put them gloves on ya hands
I talk to the mic its my counselor
Feel like a kid up in camp
She wanna pump it up pump it up babygirl i wanna see it
If you say you love me girl why is you leaving
You gotta jus-
You gotta just give me a better damn reason.
Too damn long i've been way too humble
I'm deep in my bag and I cannot fumble
Too many bars and I cannot stumble
That bounce at the function leave you niggas lunchin
Hit off this gas turn yo ass to a munchkin
Lil baby love da jazz but she going
2016 off a tab I was floatin
T-$-K
We control all da motion
Baby I'm tired let me get sum rest
She booping and slobbing moving all dat neck
I had to get up and you know the rest
Ooo
Yeah at the top with the team
Wu tang timing we all about cream
Don't hit my phone if ya message on green
Don Kuzan
Liberating
Too sweet shine dats real bling
In love wit the game this is not a fling
Baby girl let Me bada ya bing
Cash me a check at the sound of a ding
Count up a rack addicted to cheese
Stick to my dogs Marley and me
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Imma hop in the car
Get to driving that shit like a racer
Holly be ballin so hard like a pacer
Turn up the show me and Lo jump on shit like Kurt Angle
Running the play like i play for the bengals
Fl-Flip it up like hot potato
My cup so goddamn red , you'd think i was sipping on juice
Straight up out the tomato
Draggin so hard tow the bitch like im Mater
Smoking on candy its now or its later
Build me a bitch imma make her
Only trust in my gun and i trust in my maker
Im drippin so dark like im Vader
Engineer cut the beat up like he had a lightsaber
She like Holly ion know
Why the f*ck your music make me move like this
Its the flavor
No bitch its the glam!
Me and Durk got shit in common cuz i only hang with the fam
Put them gloves on ya hands
I talk to the mic its my counselor
Feel like a kid up in camp
She wanna pump it up pump it up babygirl i wanna see it
If you say you love me girl why is you leaving
You gotta jus-
You gotta just give me a better damn reason.
Too damn long i've been way too humble
I'm deep in my bag and I cannot fumble
Too many bars and I cannot stumble
That bounce at the function leave you niggas lunchin
Hit off this gas turn yo ass to a munchkin
Lil baby love da jazz but she going
2016 off a tab I was floatin
T-$-K
We control all da motion
Baby I'm tired let me get sum rest
She booping and slobbing moving all dat neck
I had to get up and you know the rest
Ooo
Yeah at the top with the team
Wu tang timing we all about cream
Don't hit my phone if ya message on green
Don Kuzan
Liberating
Too sweet shine dats real bling
In love wit the game this is not a fling
Baby girl let Me bada ya bing
Cash me a check at the sound of a ding
Count up a rack addicted to cheese
Stick to my dogs Marley and me
Get to driving that shit like a racer
Holly be ballin so hard like a pacer
Turn up the show me and Lo jump on shit like Kurt Angle
Running the play like i play for the bengals
Fl-Flip it up like hot potato
My cup so goddamn red , you'd think i was sipping on juice
Straight up out the tomato
Draggin so hard tow the bitch like im Mater
Smoking on candy its now or its later
Build me a bitch imma make her
Only trust in my gun and i trust in my maker
Im drippin so dark like im Vader
Engineer cut the beat up like he had a lightsaber
She like Holly ion know
Why the f*ck your music make me move like this
Its the flavor
No bitch its the glam!
Me and Durk got shit in common cuz i only hang with the fam
Put them gloves on ya hands
I talk to the mic its my counselor
Feel like a kid up in camp
She wanna pump it up pump it up babygirl i wanna see it
If you say you love me girl why is you leaving
You gotta jus-
You gotta just give me a better damn reason.
Too damn long i've been way too humble
I'm deep in my bag and I cannot fumble
Too many bars and I cannot stumble
That bounce at the function leave you niggas lunchin
Hit off this gas turn yo ass to a munchkin
Lil baby love da jazz but she going
2016 off a tab I was floatin
T-$-K
We control all da motion
Baby I'm tired let me get sum rest
She booping and slobbing moving all dat neck
I had to get up and you know the rest
Ooo
Yeah at the top with the team
Wu tang timing we all about cream
Don't hit my phone if ya message on green
Don Kuzan
Liberating
Too sweet shine dats real bling
In love wit the game this is not a fling
Baby girl let Me bada ya bing
Cash me a check at the sound of a ding
Count up a rack addicted to cheese
Stick to my dogs Marley and me
Writer: HOLLY HOOD, Mr $weet
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid