Lyrics

See, I wish I had me a bad bitch to speak to Neck from the passy, face on the glassy Night with an addy, week two Now, it's months in, marry probably (M-M-Murda) Wanna leave me, get tired of me Getting in, don't see side of me Ride around town, hit the club, me too Bad bitch wanna fuck, me too (me too) Have sex in the car, me too (me too) No drinks at the bar, me too Guns all in the car, me too (me too) Smoke weed, don't pass, me too (me too) How the fuck you walk pass me too? You ain't even gotta ask me to Feel like we at the top of the ninth, uh You at the mound looking right, uh I'm at the plate with the pipe Ain't with the extra shit, pull up and take a bitch You tried to make a bitch, I got her right You try to wake the bitch, I tried to bake the bitch Got her a stove and she cooking it white as it get Smoking, don't worry, I'm high as bitch Ho talking cheap, got me buying a bitch Say she ain't fucking, I know she be fucking 'cause I'm tryna fuck her, she lyin' and shit Smoking, don't worry I'm high (high) Ho talking cheap, I'ma buy (buy) Say she ain't fucking, I know she be fucking 'cause I'm tryna fuck her, she lie (oh-oh, lie) Wanna ride around town, hit the club, me too Bad bitch wanna fuck, me too (me too) Have sex in the car, me too (me too) No drinks at the bar, me too Guns all in the car, me too (me too) Smoke weed, don't pass, me too (me too) How the fuck you walk pass me too? (Me too) You ain't even gotta ask me to Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy Wanna ride around town, hit the club, me too (me too) Bad bitch wanna fuck, me too (me too) Have sex in the car, me too (me too) No drinks at the bar, me too Guns all in the car, me too (me too) Smoke weed, don't pass, me too (me too) How the fuck you walk pass me too? You ain't even gotta ask me to (ooh) Wanna ride around town, hit the club, me too Bad bitch wanna fuck, well, me too Have sex in the car with me No drinks at the bar with me (ayy) Guns all in the car, me too (me too) Smoke weed, don't pass it to me (me too) Pull up in the car with me You ain't even gotta ask me to
Writer(s): Shane Lindstrom, Jason Goldberg, Raquan Hudson, Robert Mckenzie, Leo Berliant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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