Yikes
Don't ever fuckin' play with me
Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen
You hoe bitches know
You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr)
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Got the strings on 'em
Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo)
I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks)
Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow)
All that talkin' out your neck
Might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh)
This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo)
When we move, tell 'em, back up, click, click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)
Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (Woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo)
Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh)
You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah
Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah
You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo)
Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, I think you fine, yeah
I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah
Ooh, I've been the same
Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo)
That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do?
Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh)
I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)
Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (Woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh)
Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money
Bag talk, hmm
It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr)
Quiet, ain't no back talk
Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen
You hoe bitches know
You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr)
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Got the strings on 'em
Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo)
I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks)
Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow)
All that talkin' out your neck
Might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh)
This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo)
When we move, tell 'em, back up, click, click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)
Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (Woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo)
Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh)
You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah
Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah
You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo)
Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, I think you fine, yeah
I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah
Ooh, I've been the same
Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo)
That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do?
Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh)
I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)
Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (Woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh)
Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money
Bag talk, hmm
It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr)
Quiet, ain't no back talk
Credits
Writer(s): Onika Tanya Maraj, Derrick Milano, Darryl Clemons, Taji Ausar, Bobby Lamar Barrett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Altri album
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- FTCU (SLEEZEMIX)
- Let Me Calm Down (Extended Version)
- Let Me Calm Down (Extended Version) [feat. J. Cole] - Single
- Big Foot (RAP Version) - Single
- Big Foot
- Big Foot - Single
- Pink Friday 2 (Gag City PLUTO Edition)
- Pink Friday 2 (Gag City Deluxe)
- Beep Beep (feat. 50 Cent) - Single
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