She Gone Go
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
I need a bad bitch that's real nasty
The type to fuck your homies but she classy
The type to suck your dick without asking
I like a bitch to pull up and get to action, yeah
We don't play, yeah
We shoot the spray, we don't play, play
I don't want no girlfriend, but I think I'm feeling you
And i know you're feeling me
We gon' be alright, I know you rollin' with me
Don't want no girlfriend, but I think I'm feeling you
And I know you're feeling me
We gon' be alright, I know you rollin' with me
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
Mask come out quick, backdoor, pop shit
City, I'm the locksmith, you niggas in my shit
Bands on my kicks, they know me up in Saks Fifth
Got Gotti on the tracklist, too easy with this rap shit
I ate behind bars, but now bars how I'm eatin'
Beatin' out the work when you didn't starve with your people
I don't know why they put 200 on the dash, I'm a demon
It go down when everybody 'round you ride for no reason, ayy
We be on that gutter shit, plot twist, they lovin' it
Ain't worried 'bout that other bitch 'cause I be with my other bitch
You sleepin', don't want none of this, want beef? Get the oven mitt
Codeine, get to snubbin' shit, whole team get a fumble in, ayy
Halloween, you think it's Purge the way my mask on
Leave a nigga brown and dirty like a bad thong
They like, "How you turn to rap? You ain't gon' last long"
A 100 grams my neck, but I made it off my last song
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
Her
Her
Her, her, her
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
I need a bad bitch that's real nasty
The type to fuck your homies but she classy
The type to suck your dick without asking
I like a bitch to pull up and get to action, yeah
We don't play, yeah
We shoot the spray, we don't play, play
I don't want no girlfriend, but I think I'm feeling you
And i know you're feeling me
We gon' be alright, I know you rollin' with me
Don't want no girlfriend, but I think I'm feeling you
And I know you're feeling me
We gon' be alright, I know you rollin' with me
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
Mask come out quick, backdoor, pop shit
City, I'm the locksmith, you niggas in my shit
Bands on my kicks, they know me up in Saks Fifth
Got Gotti on the tracklist, too easy with this rap shit
I ate behind bars, but now bars how I'm eatin'
Beatin' out the work when you didn't starve with your people
I don't know why they put 200 on the dash, I'm a demon
It go down when everybody 'round you ride for no reason, ayy
We be on that gutter shit, plot twist, they lovin' it
Ain't worried 'bout that other bitch 'cause I be with my other bitch
You sleepin', don't want none of this, want beef? Get the oven mitt
Codeine, get to snubbin' shit, whole team get a fumble in, ayy
Halloween, you think it's Purge the way my mask on
Leave a nigga brown and dirty like a bad thong
They like, "How you turn to rap? You ain't gon' last long"
A 100 grams my neck, but I made it off my last song
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
Her
Her
Her, her, her
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
She gon' go on the sound of my whistle
While she grippin' on my pants, oh
She gon' fuck tonight, dismiss her, her, her
Credits
Writer(s): Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Michael Crooms, Kobe Darryl Robinson, Ryan Pierson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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