Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it (Lets flow)
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it
If you f*ck with a clown, he gon put you in the circus (Circus oh no)
Yea I need ya vibe around, you shinin thru the town, you sum different just like cursive (In that skirt with all them curves)
The way I dip inside ya ocean, got me floatin to the surface
(Damn baby I boutta burst)
This drug sex, aint no love sex you know I did that shit on purpose
(But you popped it first yea)
Freaky lil chick put my dreads in ha mouth
While her toes was in mine, yea dis dick dig ha out
Tryna dine on this dime, she might skeet in my mouth
Sip ha body like wine, if I dont she gon pout
Need tha water cause lately I been in a drought
Aint chasin that shit but a bag come thru when you that nigga with clout yea yea
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it
Yo bro, yo girls a nympho on sum freak freak shit
Back bent but not like limbo, boutta beat that shit
Goin wild til its outta style on sum freaknik shit
Smooth like automatic but she jerkin like a stick shift (Let flow)
You want flow with the bars, well bitch I got plenty
Just watch how I go when I sip on this Henny
This beat that Im on came from the bro Kenny
Stop beating ya face before you look like Wendy
Im just keepin it real
I coulda said face lookin like Emit Til and
I kinda just did and I slick cant regret it
Me speaking this real shit, is just like a fetish (You know that though)
You tweakin and sneakin around on ya nigga these hoes be too slimy I just do not get em
I need me that glock wit 17 in em, I'm keeping that JJ Redick in tha denim
Moonwalk on the beat, if you wanna talk to Mj can help you see em
Fed chalk on that shit, yellow tape and white drapes wouldn't wanna be em
Swear she need to stop acting outta again yea
Shawty why you tryna do that to ya man woah (To ya man woah)
You playing my music yous a fan shawty bop to it
Switch up quick pull out my dick and bring the slop to it
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it (Lets flow)
Outta pocket, run my pockets
Woah woah no no
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Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it (Lets flow)
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it
If you f*ck with a clown, he gon put you in the circus (Circus oh no)
Yea I need ya vibe around, you shinin thru the town, you sum different just like cursive (In that skirt with all them curves)
The way I dip inside ya ocean, got me floatin to the surface
(Damn baby I boutta burst)
This drug sex, aint no love sex you know I did that shit on purpose
(But you popped it first yea)
Freaky lil chick put my dreads in ha mouth
While her toes was in mine, yea dis dick dig ha out
Tryna dine on this dime, she might skeet in my mouth
Sip ha body like wine, if I dont she gon pout
Need tha water cause lately I been in a drought
Aint chasin that shit but a bag come thru when you that nigga with clout yea yea
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it
Yo bro, yo girls a nympho on sum freak freak shit
Back bent but not like limbo, boutta beat that shit
Goin wild til its outta style on sum freaknik shit
Smooth like automatic but she jerkin like a stick shift (Let flow)
You want flow with the bars, well bitch I got plenty
Just watch how I go when I sip on this Henny
This beat that Im on came from the bro Kenny
Stop beating ya face before you look like Wendy
Im just keepin it real
I coulda said face lookin like Emit Til and
I kinda just did and I slick cant regret it
Me speaking this real shit, is just like a fetish (You know that though)
You tweakin and sneakin around on ya nigga these hoes be too slimy I just do not get em
I need me that glock wit 17 in em, I'm keeping that JJ Redick in tha denim
Moonwalk on the beat, if you wanna talk to Mj can help you see em
Fed chalk on that shit, yellow tape and white drapes wouldn't wanna be em
Swear she need to stop acting outta again yea
Shawty why you tryna do that to ya man woah (To ya man woah)
You playing my music yous a fan shawty bop to it
Switch up quick pull out my dick and bring the slop to it
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it (Lets flow)
Outta pocket, run my pockets
Woah woah no no
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it (Lets flow)
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it
If you f*ck with a clown, he gon put you in the circus (Circus oh no)
Yea I need ya vibe around, you shinin thru the town, you sum different just like cursive (In that skirt with all them curves)
The way I dip inside ya ocean, got me floatin to the surface
(Damn baby I boutta burst)
This drug sex, aint no love sex you know I did that shit on purpose
(But you popped it first yea)
Freaky lil chick put my dreads in ha mouth
While her toes was in mine, yea dis dick dig ha out
Tryna dine on this dime, she might skeet in my mouth
Sip ha body like wine, if I dont she gon pout
Need tha water cause lately I been in a drought
Aint chasin that shit but a bag come thru when you that nigga with clout yea yea
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it
Yo bro, yo girls a nympho on sum freak freak shit
Back bent but not like limbo, boutta beat that shit
Goin wild til its outta style on sum freaknik shit
Smooth like automatic but she jerkin like a stick shift (Let flow)
You want flow with the bars, well bitch I got plenty
Just watch how I go when I sip on this Henny
This beat that Im on came from the bro Kenny
Stop beating ya face before you look like Wendy
Im just keepin it real
I coulda said face lookin like Emit Til and
I kinda just did and I slick cant regret it
Me speaking this real shit, is just like a fetish (You know that though)
You tweakin and sneakin around on ya nigga these hoes be too slimy I just do not get em
I need me that glock wit 17 in em, I'm keeping that JJ Redick in tha denim
Moonwalk on the beat, if you wanna talk to Mj can help you see em
Fed chalk on that shit, yellow tape and white drapes wouldn't wanna be em
Swear she need to stop acting outta again yea
Shawty why you tryna do that to ya man woah (To ya man woah)
You playing my music yous a fan shawty bop to it
Switch up quick pull out my dick and bring the slop to it
Swear she need to stop it, actin out again aw man, she outta pocket
She gotta man, why she always got ha hand out, tryna run my pockets
She a instant fan, went my music turn on, yea you know she get to boppin
Tryna teach ha some real shit, but ha hand on my dick, yea you know she gon bop it (Lets flow)
Outta pocket, run my pockets
Woah woah no no
Writer: Izaiah Allen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid