Faygo

I just poured a four up in the faygo
Woke up the next day like where the day go
Paper cups and blunts all on the table
And I just turned my Gucci into play clothes
I just poured an eight up in the Fanta
Met me a new bitch while in Atlanta
They be ringing me don't get no answer
Don't you know I'm trying run these bands up

Cup in my lap quarterback
She threw it back recorded that
Pour up a four need more than that
Don't come to my city no touring that
Don't give me no key cause I'm flooring that
Give me no eagle I'm soaring that
I don't want the pussy I'm good on that
If I hit it one time then you boring after
Curly be leaning before and after
Plug on that act he not an actor
She call me blessed I'm not a Pastor
My bitch on the phone and she hear the laughter
Why is you trippin'
Limping round like I'm pimping
H-town with the dentures
Kick the door than we blitz em ma
Your back can get blown
Put your hands on your toes
Get your hand out the bowl
Bitch you bad and you know
Got cash and you know
Get a bag when I show
Don't come to my home leave his cap at the door
You cant really fuck with the team alright
Mix faygo with the lean not sprite
Cup number three cant see like mice
I just say cheese and she drip like ice

I just poured a four up in the faygo
Woke up the next day like where the day go
Paper cups and blunts all on the table
And I just turned my Gucci into play clothes
I just poured an eight up in the Fanta
Met me a new bitch while in Atlanta
They be ringing me don't get no answer
Don't you know I'm trying run these bands up

I like it froze like icee
Head to my toes she like me
I like them bold and feisty
Cursing me out then fight me
I took your hoe it's likely
We can not text just write me
Just want the sex no wifing
On to the next I'm slicing
Rocking Raf Simmons like Nikes
Squeeze on that lemon like ice tea
She eat it all just like ice cream
She throw it back I'm like crikey
I don't like sober no fun in that
You think it's over another cap
She call me cobra coming back
I call her soldier never slack
You know wassup cut
Tap on the butt hut
Just wanna fuck nut
Licking me up yuck
Sip out the cup stuck
I just see green buck
Fuck do you mean what
I got that thing tucked
You cant really fuck with the team alright
Mix faygo with the lean not sprite
Cup number three cant see like mice
I just say please and she drip like ice

I just poured a four up in the faygo
Woke up the next day like where the day go
Paper cups and blunts all on the table
And I just turned my Gucci into play clothes
I just poured an eight up in the fanta
Met me a new bitch while in Atlanta
They be ringing me don't get no answer
Don't you know I'm trying run these bands up



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Writer(s): Cory Jones
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