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Song Lyrics
9.30, fuckin' cooked
It's all I got in the tank
But that? whatever the fuck that was
I like it
Fuck yes
Bought a whipper for the gang
Yeah...
Maya, maya, you workin' at greta tonight or nah?
Pick up, I need a whole section for the mob
Cindy, I know you got them hoes on lock
Let me pick what hoes you gon' bring to the spot
Two, two, two, juju, it's goin' birkey on her car
If I ask tonight, she'll put my jenny in her croc'
Double-s so bad, she look like jenny from the block
Pisceus is ridin' 'round in lam', mashallah
Killer k know they tried to nail me to the cross
Old me say I'm up, and I could never take a loss
Sexyy said, 'what bitch is dissin'? let me knock her off'
I said, I'm so loved and I'm so hated, so conflicted, I'm so jaded
Come back to the crib, first night, baby, nobody's judging
High tide, make it flow for me, girl, there's no sense in rushing
High fives from the bros for me 'cause I fucked her for nothing
Down on her knees, tryna reason with me
Gotta bless her with something.
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Let me hear your body talk, girl, on three
One, arch your back, bitch, you know you a bad bitch
Two, let your pussy talk, I'ma do the ad-libs
Three, take my credit card, spend like you ain't had shit
What? take advantage, what? do some damage, what?
Please, believe me, what? please, believe me, yeah...
If I'm drinkin', what? peach bellini, yeah
They so pressed about the beef, it's panini
Just like px said, baby, come and see me
She a genie, sydney sweeney
Where my diamond glove? they could never see me.
Maya, maya, you workin' at greta tonight or nah?
Pick up, I need a whole section for the mob
Cindy, I know you got some hoes on lock
Let me pick what hoes you gon' bring to the spot
Two, two, two, juju, it's goin' birkey on her car
If I ask tonight, she'll put my jenny in her croc'
Sexyy said, 'which bitches dissin'?' let me knock her off
I said, 'I'm so loved and I'm so hated, so conflicted, I'm so jaded'
Come back to the crib, first night, baby, nobody's judging
High tide, make it flow for me, girl, there's no sense in rushing
High fives from the bros for me 'cause I fucked her for nothing
Down on her knees, tryna reason with me
Gotta bless her with something.
Hey...
Let me hear your body talk, girl, on three
One, arch your back, bitch, you know you a bad bitch
Two, let your pussy talk, I'ma do the ad-libs
Three, take my credit card, spend like you ain't had shit
What? take advantage, what? do some damage, what?
Can I handle all that? girl, I'll manage, what?
Take me serious, don't ghost me, girl, don't vanish.
Yeah, let me hear your body talk, girl, on three
One, arch your back, bitch, you know you a bad bitch
Two, let your pussy talk, I'ma do the ad-libs
Three, take my credit card, spend like you ain't had shit
What? take advantage, what? do some damage.
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