LUNIQ - INNIT Lyrics

Packin' a piece, while I stackin' my cheese
Gotta hit me a geeb and I smash me a breeze
And uh, yeah, what and uh, that shit and uh
Baby don't trip, see ya man's he ain't shit
But you see I put the man, in-you-script
Damn new drip with this new kid
And I'm lookin' fly got the new kicks
Like a cruise ship hittin' waves got 'em feelin' seasick
Shorty goosin' me and I guarantee she wet (what)
God damn with it, that boob job she came with it
Gotta thing for this chick, she throw on a wig
Sit on my dick, she movin' her hips

Shorty from the UK, she innit
Got 'em sipping dusse, shit no kiddin'
Got 'em fiending for ménages, I'm winnin'
Shorty down long as I stay, she with it

Yo blad why ain't you answering your phone man
I'm trying to get through to you
I know you took that fine bitch home man
I hope you f*ckin' it
Cause you know we trying to get f*cked up, innit
Hurry up and call us back bro

Packin' a piece, while I stackin' my cheese
Gotta hit me a geeb and I smash me a breeze
Who else but me, I'm a beast when I'm in it
(Beast when I'm in it)
Everything but my jewelry, she grippin'
Every single part of my body, she lickin' (she lickin')
Dom P sipping, shagging on top of comfy linen (comfy linen)
And I love the way she feel
When I'm inside her, my thing harder than steel (harder than steel)
God damn with it, I'm the sort of guy that can handle it
Give her back shots, she can handle it
Now we sweatin' like we in Los Angeles (summertime)

Shorty from the UK, she innit
Got 'em sipping dusse, shit no kiddin'
Got 'em fiending for ménages, I'm winnin'
Shorty down long as I stay, she with it

Yo, where the f*ck you at
Gotta pay you back for that table in Vegas
Bro, did you actually pay a tip on a tip
Alright, call me back
I can't believe this shit, I gotta chase him to pay him back