Lmk
Heard you saw my new bitch, swear she's like a Barbie
Valentino's on her toes, she's involve with Barneys
Type of shawty throw it back, listening to Party
Told her when I make it, Ima beat it in a Rarri
We could do the W, I'll be in the lobby
Cop you something hottie, you could lace up on your body
Have you like a demon in the shower, if you try me
Had it in your tummy cause you told me "come inside me"
So tell me do you like felipes
Cause I know you boujie, picky with the way you eat
Jimmy choos', Got you shawty feeling on your feet
Coupe color Moncler got you feeling on my seat
Blood leather cushion Loubs', Tory on repeat
Push your panty to the side, I'll slide up underneath
Told you I might bite it with some VV on my teeth, You're a freak hoe
And if I shoot it would you catch it like a free throw
like a free throw yea
But when you set done, tired of a nigga would you let me know oh
But for the meantime bring it low like a slo-mo video yea
Fuck you til the morning, put my fingers in your mouth
Shanty while you're moaning
No you aint a thotty, you're just living in the moment yea
Swear you got a nigga open
Hey this is B
Sorry I'm not able to take your call right now
If anything leave a message
Ever since we had linked, I had to think
And give it thought that girl you're bad, you got the sauce
Cause overtime I pushed it in, you had it caught
And last night we made a scene, left it on pause yea
And your girlfriend can't believe how you did it on camera
Body arched like a dancer
No I aint Serani but she want me to romance her, fuck her faster
Let her know she fucked a gangster
I could show you how is real, pull up on you every time
Valentines give you work, put you on my type of time
Know you boujie and you bad, I been heard it from my slime
And I even told my dawg that my baby she a dime
On your finger put a rock, Eliantte on the top
So I went and got a bag, ran the numbers on the clock
Hoes mad how I feel, reason why I'm in the field
Is just to give you the world, but they telling me to chill
Yea they telling me to chill yea
But when you set done, tired of a nigga would you let me know oh
But for the meantime bring it low like a slo-mo video yea
Fuck you til the morning, put my fingers in your mouth
Shanty while you're moaning
No you aint a thotty, you're just living in the moment yea
Swear you got a nigga open
Valentino's on her toes, she's involve with Barneys
Type of shawty throw it back, listening to Party
Told her when I make it, Ima beat it in a Rarri
We could do the W, I'll be in the lobby
Cop you something hottie, you could lace up on your body
Have you like a demon in the shower, if you try me
Had it in your tummy cause you told me "come inside me"
So tell me do you like felipes
Cause I know you boujie, picky with the way you eat
Jimmy choos', Got you shawty feeling on your feet
Coupe color Moncler got you feeling on my seat
Blood leather cushion Loubs', Tory on repeat
Push your panty to the side, I'll slide up underneath
Told you I might bite it with some VV on my teeth, You're a freak hoe
And if I shoot it would you catch it like a free throw
like a free throw yea
But when you set done, tired of a nigga would you let me know oh
But for the meantime bring it low like a slo-mo video yea
Fuck you til the morning, put my fingers in your mouth
Shanty while you're moaning
No you aint a thotty, you're just living in the moment yea
Swear you got a nigga open
Hey this is B
Sorry I'm not able to take your call right now
If anything leave a message
Ever since we had linked, I had to think
And give it thought that girl you're bad, you got the sauce
Cause overtime I pushed it in, you had it caught
And last night we made a scene, left it on pause yea
And your girlfriend can't believe how you did it on camera
Body arched like a dancer
No I aint Serani but she want me to romance her, fuck her faster
Let her know she fucked a gangster
I could show you how is real, pull up on you every time
Valentines give you work, put you on my type of time
Know you boujie and you bad, I been heard it from my slime
And I even told my dawg that my baby she a dime
On your finger put a rock, Eliantte on the top
So I went and got a bag, ran the numbers on the clock
Hoes mad how I feel, reason why I'm in the field
Is just to give you the world, but they telling me to chill
Yea they telling me to chill yea
But when you set done, tired of a nigga would you let me know oh
But for the meantime bring it low like a slo-mo video yea
Fuck you til the morning, put my fingers in your mouth
Shanty while you're moaning
No you aint a thotty, you're just living in the moment yea
Swear you got a nigga open
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Writer(s): Joel Paula
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