Lyrics
Yeah, bitch
Harlem shake it through the pressures
Nah, I ain't goin' to do that shit
Carter whatup
Ah, it was a panic at the disco, get low
They never played fair and the fight fixed though
Big blows, this the thong song Sisco
Around the point, I ain't never had to tip toe
Lo bears on the sheets, we just do do it discreet
Mild sauce stains on my nautica fleece
That shit vintage, protection is owed to black women
I ain't that timid, a trap menace
And my hat bending to the right side the bright side
She was almond brown with light eyes, don't call me Mr. Nice guy
I'm quite tired, and her booty bite size
I like to nibble, no bits and kibbles
Just hit the middle, like Mr. Wiggles
And the flavor bussin' out the wrapper
I tried to be cool they ass backwards
I don't like rappers that lack status
Told 'em I was the fap captain, they laughed at him
Hit the spot like a back scratcher
We smoking that space ghost
Shorty gon' do what I say so
Might wanna change to some play clothes
I'm here for a second, I can't stay long
We smoking that space ghost
Shorty gon' do what I say so
Might wanna change to some play clothes
I'm here for a second, I can't stay long
I had high hope for you nigga
I'm not joking lil nigga
Don't try provoking me nigga
Just think, you be dick-riding rappers
I'm into no such thing
I was buying all Roberto Cavalli and plush minks
Now I'm on my third building
Got the granite and touch sinks
I fucked Nico, Malika, Jessica, Justine
Start doin' good for yourself they want beef
I'm just tryna find 'bout it lil bitch that won't cheat
Steal ya energy and time, that's what they want free
Told on the whole hood, ay wasn't that yo chief
Keep ya foot on the gas young nigga, but don't speed
And I always keep a bandana tied like Cochise