RoseWood951 - 8ffies Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Go Eighth-ffies, Go Eighth-ffies, Go
Ayy, Go Eighth-ffies, Go Eighth-ffies, Go
Ayy, ayy, ayy

First off, MF what they say
I'ma go and get a bag
I'ma go and get it
Ayy, ayy

I shine bright
I'm a Star, I'm a Dog
I'm In Charge, I'm a God
I'ma show you how to do it
Ayy

Mr. Rosewood got the packs on God
I got what they ain't got
And you know I got it by the eighth

I be servin' up them backstreet jobs
I'm a backstreet dog, three-five
And it's on the way

Ayy, ayy, ayy, Eighth-ffies
Wanna f*ck with me, I need A-FEE
Ayy, ayy, Eighth-ffies
Wanna f*ck with me, I need A-FEE

Bitch, you cannot hit my, Eighth-ffies
I got rich, off like eight feens
If you want my time say please
My bitch Biscotti Breakfast
Yours Macy's

Ayy, On God
Said she wanna run it up
I got a job, lil' mama, ayy, ayy
Get Wild

Yeah
Do you take vitamins
Can you take back shots
Said whoa
Said she wanna go
Three TTTG'S
Man that throat trained to go
God in my soul
She gon' get it how she know

If you gotta throat, you should never go broke
Nigga, I done sold dope
Nigga, I done sold dro
Sell a Marlboro short, To a nigga dats short
I'll give my hoe
Before I give a hoe hope

Most these niggas whip backwards
Like Repo, ah, ah
I'm in my zone
I chief, I drink
I love my shrooms

Dark tint my load
R.I.P. my dawgs
Your bitch on dick
Cause these Eighth-ffies strong

Ayy, ayy, WHOA
Aint know she was a goer
She be f*ckin' me, her baby daddy and the bro-er
I be tryin' to tell her slow it
But baby throw it, baby throw

She be trippin' in the store
Off the Casamigos
On God
Ayy