Foo Foo
She know it's gone be the way she like it
Give it to her just the way she like it
I know I prayed
Been a long day
Had a long high
Saint Laurent shades
Givenchy
Me feng shui
Sippin on chai
She on her way
She want that D laid
Girl I'm a free slave
Live on that north side ay
I ain't no cheap skate
I don't need valet park myself
Car don't really need me park itself
I think I'm over the clouds
Shhh talking too loud, hold on
She know it's gone be the way she like it
Give it to her just the way she like it
Hol on hol on mama
Watch yo step
Flooded wit designer
Got dat drip
Don't deal with no drama
She got that bomb bomb
Arigato she icy cold
I give her the diamonds
I ain't no foo foo
but I done fell in love
Slang from the Lou boo
I Gotta foreign tongue
Lick it lick it up
Come here gimme some
I got a buzz, Roll the tree, light it up
Hold on
She payed me no mind uh
Now I blow her mind uh
Swing that stick I'm blind uh
She fuck me wit Rhines uh
Bout to hit the stage uh
I ain't got much time uh
No more sucka wage uh
Still I'm on the climb uh
Don't care what it cost ayyy
Ima fuckin a Boss ayyyy
You fuckin a boss on the beach right on the gulf ayyyy
Give you Tiger wood uh
That's a hole in one uh
I'm in love with all that curvaceousness I can't lie uh
Never lonely always at reach keep you on my side
Seeing you leave girl I know me
No I'd rather die
Give it to her just the way she like it
I know I prayed
Been a long day
Had a long high
Saint Laurent shades
Givenchy
Me feng shui
Sippin on chai
She on her way
She want that D laid
Girl I'm a free slave
Live on that north side ay
I ain't no cheap skate
I don't need valet park myself
Car don't really need me park itself
I think I'm over the clouds
Shhh talking too loud, hold on
She know it's gone be the way she like it
Give it to her just the way she like it
Hol on hol on mama
Watch yo step
Flooded wit designer
Got dat drip
Don't deal with no drama
She got that bomb bomb
Arigato she icy cold
I give her the diamonds
I ain't no foo foo
but I done fell in love
Slang from the Lou boo
I Gotta foreign tongue
Lick it lick it up
Come here gimme some
I got a buzz, Roll the tree, light it up
Hold on
She payed me no mind uh
Now I blow her mind uh
Swing that stick I'm blind uh
She fuck me wit Rhines uh
Bout to hit the stage uh
I ain't got much time uh
No more sucka wage uh
Still I'm on the climb uh
Don't care what it cost ayyy
Ima fuckin a Boss ayyyy
You fuckin a boss on the beach right on the gulf ayyyy
Give you Tiger wood uh
That's a hole in one uh
I'm in love with all that curvaceousness I can't lie uh
Never lonely always at reach keep you on my side
Seeing you leave girl I know me
No I'd rather die
Credits
Writer(s): Sammy Martin, Eric Olson, Bryce Green
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