Wit the S***s (W.T.S) [feat. Melii]
Shawty was frontin', now she throw that pussy at me
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy
Nigga you don't want these problems Lil Scrappy
If you talk, when you see me, just don't dap me (for real)
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident, yeah
Fuckin' these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin' it, lovin' this money, I'm passionate, yeah
Once I fuck like Meechy, hoe, give you my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what?
Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don't swallow, grow up
This shit grown-ups do, uh
I'ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon' spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane
This the type shit that I do
Who your WCW?
The the type of hoes I screw
This the type of hoes I got
New Hermes flip flops
If ain't got no time for the hoe and I
really like her, she'll get a wristwatch
Do a split on the dick
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch
She ask her friends, "Should I let him hit?"
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
New foreign, whippin it
Blue face, crippin' it
I go all day, count them Benjamins
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis
¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda'
'Tamos fuma'o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con alma
I let them eat up the nana, dip on a nigga, like, "See you
Mañana"
Baddest lil' bitch in my genre
I got your baby dad fuckin' up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move
If you like 'em freaky, baby, she could come here, too
You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin' you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it's up to you
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won't mention these hoes, I might give them life
I just want the head, you can't spend the night
Kissin' him sloppy,
callin' him Papi, that shit get him hype, que perro
Do a split on the dick
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch
She ask her friends, "Should I let him hit?"
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
New foreign, whippin it
Blue face, crippin' it
I go all day, count them Benjamins
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy
Nigga you don't want these problems Lil Scrappy
If you talk, when you see me, just don't dap me (for real)
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident, yeah
Fuckin' these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin' it, lovin' this money, I'm passionate, yeah
Once I fuck like Meechy, hoe, give you my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what?
Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don't swallow, grow up
This shit grown-ups do, uh
I'ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon' spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane
This the type shit that I do
Who your WCW?
The the type of hoes I screw
This the type of hoes I got
New Hermes flip flops
If ain't got no time for the hoe and I
really like her, she'll get a wristwatch
Do a split on the dick
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch
She ask her friends, "Should I let him hit?"
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
New foreign, whippin it
Blue face, crippin' it
I go all day, count them Benjamins
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis
¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda'
'Tamos fuma'o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con alma
I let them eat up the nana, dip on a nigga, like, "See you
Mañana"
Baddest lil' bitch in my genre
I got your baby dad fuckin' up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move
If you like 'em freaky, baby, she could come here, too
You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin' you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it's up to you
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won't mention these hoes, I might give them life
I just want the head, you can't spend the night
Kissin' him sloppy,
callin' him Papi, that shit get him hype, que perro
Do a split on the dick
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch
She ask her friends, "Should I let him hit?"
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
New foreign, whippin it
Blue face, crippin' it
I go all day, count them Benjamins
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Charles Walter Dumazer, Audrey Ducasse
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