Bitch I turn up wherever I go, boy this stuff crunk, shit getting cold
Bitch come to my room, turn off your iPhone
Had to check, gotta know, love them pecs, not the muscles
In that truck, gotta unfold, in that fuh four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
Baby have fun, open that cunt
It's that time of the month, then hit my line back when it's done
Don't need a friend, absent when I done began
Huh wow, thought the Hellcat was totalled, but that shit running again
Pockets on fat, B, they pudgy
Pockets on fat, B, they pudge out
I used to be a degenerate
Factory set on the watch now
They drop to the floor and they goin' so cray in the pit when I pop out
I feel like the one, I be only accepting a him for my pronouns
I'm making that bread and I double again
Ain't never stoppin' my lil money mission
I be all for real, don't know why you laughing
You ain't shit and besides it ain't funny chicken
I could make your lil bitch go real weak in the knees
Sing to that hoe but ain't New Edition
I still got high standards so if your pussy stank I ain't never ever hitting
Move out that bank, go wide
Too many hoes in my sight
Lose that attitude or you ain't never gonna see a dollar sign
Cool shit, but a cunt on fire
Rude to bitches, I ain't got no time
Food what my nut, huh, turned into
When she hungry, give me that eye
You flunk, boy you counterfeit
Loosen up, bitch it's just a dick
New fit, bitches loving this
Left froze, plain other wrist
You f*cked I ain't generous
Forgot her name, ain't forget her lips
As a jit, used to have a lisp, got my S tight now I can say suck this
Bitch I turn up wherever I go, boy this stuff crunk, shit getting cold
Bitch come to my room, turn off your iPhone
Had to check, gotta know, love them pecs, not the muscles
In that truck, gotta unfold, in that fuh four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
Invader Kaide - 4X4 Lyrics
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Bitch I turn up wherever I go, boy this stuff crunk, shit getting cold
Bitch come to my room, turn off your iPhone
Had to check, gotta know, love them pecs, not the muscles
In that truck, gotta unfold, in that fuh four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
Baby have fun, open that cunt
It's that time of the month, then hit my line back when it's done
Don't need a friend, absent when I done began
Huh wow, thought the Hellcat was totalled, but that shit running again
Pockets on fat, B, they pudgy
Pockets on fat, B, they pudge out
I used to be a degenerate
Factory set on the watch now
They drop to the floor and they goin' so cray in the pit when I pop out
I feel like the one, I be only accepting a him for my pronouns
I'm making that bread and I double again
Ain't never stoppin' my lil money mission
I be all for real, don't know why you laughing
You ain't shit and besides it ain't funny chicken
I could make your lil bitch go real weak in the knees
Sing to that hoe but ain't New Edition
I still got high standards so if your pussy stank I ain't never ever hitting
Move out that bank, go wide
Too many hoes in my sight
Lose that attitude or you ain't never gonna see a dollar sign
Cool shit, but a cunt on fire
Rude to bitches, I ain't got no time
Food what my nut, huh, turned into
When she hungry, give me that eye
You flunk, boy you counterfeit
Loosen up, bitch it's just a dick
New fit, bitches loving this
Left froze, plain other wrist
You f*cked I ain't generous
Forgot her name, ain't forget her lips
As a jit, used to have a lisp, got my S tight now I can say suck this
Bitch I turn up wherever I go, boy this stuff crunk, shit getting cold
Bitch come to my room, turn off your iPhone
Had to check, gotta know, love them pecs, not the muscles
In that truck, gotta unfold, in that fuh four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
Bitch come to my room, turn off your iPhone
Had to check, gotta know, love them pecs, not the muscles
In that truck, gotta unfold, in that fuh four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
Baby have fun, open that cunt
It's that time of the month, then hit my line back when it's done
Don't need a friend, absent when I done began
Huh wow, thought the Hellcat was totalled, but that shit running again
Pockets on fat, B, they pudgy
Pockets on fat, B, they pudge out
I used to be a degenerate
Factory set on the watch now
They drop to the floor and they goin' so cray in the pit when I pop out
I feel like the one, I be only accepting a him for my pronouns
I'm making that bread and I double again
Ain't never stoppin' my lil money mission
I be all for real, don't know why you laughing
You ain't shit and besides it ain't funny chicken
I could make your lil bitch go real weak in the knees
Sing to that hoe but ain't New Edition
I still got high standards so if your pussy stank I ain't never ever hitting
Move out that bank, go wide
Too many hoes in my sight
Lose that attitude or you ain't never gonna see a dollar sign
Cool shit, but a cunt on fire
Rude to bitches, I ain't got no time
Food what my nut, huh, turned into
When she hungry, give me that eye
You flunk, boy you counterfeit
Loosen up, bitch it's just a dick
New fit, bitches loving this
Left froze, plain other wrist
You f*cked I ain't generous
Forgot her name, ain't forget her lips
As a jit, used to have a lisp, got my S tight now I can say suck this
Bitch I turn up wherever I go, boy this stuff crunk, shit getting cold
Bitch come to my room, turn off your iPhone
Had to check, gotta know, love them pecs, not the muscles
In that truck, gotta unfold, in that fuh four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
In that fuh, four by four
Writer: Kaide Fotheringham
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid