Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WildBoiJames
WildBoiJames
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Campbell
James Campbell
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ask myself why Why Why Why Why Gah damn bitch BITCH Ask myself why bitch gotta lie Man don't trust that trust that hoe All on my dick I ain't gotta lie Yeah I fuck that fuck that hoe She like bands since I got bands She gon bust that bust that wow Ice on wrist ice on neckkk Know I had to buss that buss that hoe Loud pack stanky Lean got me cranky Ion pass blunts I flunk that hoe She ask do you love me I be like weeeeelll No humpback humpback hoe Lay dick in her Shit feel comfy You know I touch back touch back hoe She wanted more rounds She hate when I'm outta town Brrr when I touch back touch back hoe Wild on stage All my tatts glowin Squad in dreams and you bet that bitch snowin My bitch bad fat ol ass Does them squats She so bad Eatin these rappers And forcin em out No constipation I'm pourin em out Fuckin these whores and escorting em out Don't hit me up when I'm touring around Blowing on skrong fuckin her long Need a big booty that fuck back eh BOW Bitch I'm goin raw pluck her g string like a guitar Name one flaw aim never off Now I'm backin big body out the garage I'm in a cooooooupe I'm gettin head aye To tell the truuuuuuth I carry dead weight Got my head straight Now I stack all this guala Showing too much that's a prolem Dick disappear like wa la Hoe tell the truth bitch why lie Rose just call me upset said some In is wrong wit his teck maybe Turrets Ask myself why bitch gotta lie Man don't trust that trust that hoe All on my dick I ain't gotta lie Yeah I fuck that fuck that hoe She like bands since I got bands She gon bust that bust that wow Ice on wrist ice on neckkk Know I had to buss that buss that hoe (buss down) Loud pack stanky Lean got me cranky Ion pass blunts i flunk that hoe She ask do you love me I be like weeeeelll No humpback humpback hoe Lay dick in her Shit feel comfy You know I touch back touch back hoe She wanted more rounds She hate when I'm outta town Brrr when I touch back touch back hoe Fire on stage this ain't no wave Yeah you know what im talkin about Ain't got no boss do you see one right now This ain't bout clout do you hear me right now Back back in big body foreign nigga park that shit Hop out twins You don't gotta feel just know i go in I got the fire and that be the end Nigga im tourin Nigga you borin Money keep goin in Say what you want but look I gotta roll I got the gas and i know its gon smoke When i pop off ya get dizzy yeeah I don't want talk i be wit it yeeah Talk to people thats not me hoe I stay fire smoke my weed folk You be reciting your digits I just keep hiding my digits I cant even find my digits I think an island missin I cant even find the ceiling Float like a ghost No tippy toes Yeah i be lit when i'm rockin the shows Tryna do just like how i move Tryna do just what i do Ask my self why bitch gotta lie Man don't trust that trust that hoe All on my dick i ain't gotta lie Yeah i fucked that fucked that hoe She like bands since i got bands She gon bust that bust that wow Ice on wrist ice on neck Know i had to buss that buss that hoe Loud pack stanky lean got me cranky Ion pass blunts i flunk that hoe She asked do you love my i be like weeeelll No humpback humpback hoe Lay dick in her Shit feel comfy Know i Had to touch back touch back hoe She wanted more rounds she hate when i'm Outta town brr when i touch back touch back hoe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Get up to 2 months free of Apple Music
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out