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Idk Bout You Video (MV)




Performed By: TQ
Language: English
Length: 1:42
Written by: DUMAS ALEXANDER HARSHAW, TAQUAN SIMS




TQ - Idk Bout You Lyrics




I say I been getting money I don't know bout you (Oouu)
Nigga mad cause im winning (Cause I'm up) and all he do is lose (Oouu fool)
But if he play I'll f*ck his bitch (F*ck his bitch) matter fact I'm coo (Yeeaaa)
You know broski keep that stick (Keep that stick) and all he know is shoot like pool (Mmm)
I get that bag and stack it to the ceiling
I got them racks but I need a milion
I hit the trap and make me a killing When you at the top it's a wonderful feeling
Talking perscription I got them Drugs
F*ck is a drought? Shout out my plug
We ain't related but he like my blood
Trap like Katrina he making it flood
Trap like Katrina he making it woo
Thumb in her ass while I'm f*cking your boo
I make her eat me like Cambell's Soup
I'm sick as a bitch I think I got the flu
I'm sick as a bitch I think I need meds
Pull up your pants I just want the head
I'm stacking this dough while I'm counting this bread
Still in the trap boy I'm dodging the feds (Woo woo)
I say I been getting money I don't know bout you (Oouu)
Nigga mad cause im winning (Cause I'm up) and all he do is lose (Oouu fool)
But if he play I'll f*ck his bitch (F*ck his bitch) matter fact I'm coo (Yeeaaa)
You know broski keep that stick (Keep that stick) and all he know is shoot like pool (Mmm)
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I say I been getting money I don't know bout you (Oouu)
Nigga mad cause im winning (Cause I'm up) and all he do is lose (Oouu fool)
But if he play I'll f*ck his bitch (F*ck his bitch) matter fact I'm coo (Yeeaaa)
You know broski keep that stick (Keep that stick) and all he know is shoot like pool (Mmm)
I get that bag and stack it to the ceiling
I got them racks but I need a milion
I hit the trap and make me a killing When you at the top it's a wonderful feeling
Talking perscription I got them Drugs
F*ck is a drought? Shout out my plug
We ain't related but he like my blood
Trap like Katrina he making it flood
Trap like Katrina he making it woo
Thumb in her ass while I'm f*cking your boo
I make her eat me like Cambell's Soup
I'm sick as a bitch I think I got the flu
I'm sick as a bitch I think I need meds
Pull up your pants I just want the head
I'm stacking this dough while I'm counting this bread
Still in the trap boy I'm dodging the feds (Woo woo)
I say I been getting money I don't know bout you (Oouu)
Nigga mad cause im winning (Cause I'm up) and all he do is lose (Oouu fool)
But if he play I'll f*ck his bitch (F*ck his bitch) matter fact I'm coo (Yeeaaa)
You know broski keep that stick (Keep that stick) and all he know is shoot like pool (Mmm)
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Writer: DUMAS ALEXANDER HARSHAW, TAQUAN SIMS
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