F.W.Y.H. (feat. Smokydb)
I need a muthafuckin old school
Ride smooth that five two with the sunroof
Slide through yo bih call a nigga Daddy Coop
Caddy cool I'm getting money
What the fuck they doin
Caddy cool I'm getting money
What the fuck they doin
Niggas mad they talkin bad
But ion give a fuck
Bitches sad all in they feelings
Fucked they chance up
On they ass foot on the gas
I ain't letting up
On they ass foot on the gas
I ain't letting up
Young nigga with a Master P
Grind on em need platinum teeth
Shine on em they mad at me
Flexed on em when I got the key
Big dawg I got to be
Got big balls yo bitch agree
Grand champ my pedigree
No cur bred and they'll never eat
Mobbing like I'm Pimp C
Toes down like ten deep
Been trill don't miss a beat
Been trill I must repeat
Need three stacks and a bag of weed
You up short and I flip the scene
Been that nigga since ye three
Now peep game don't play with me
Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me lil nigga
Fuck what you heard bitch
Fuck what you heard bitch
Fuck what you heard bitch
I need a muthafuckin boss bitch
Sum slick with nice hips
That love to talk shit and suck dick
Will never spit
Take it all in
In the end we just friends till we meet again
Thriving in this lust and sin
Hear me tho
Cocaine campaigning it got her cheesing tho
It's easy bro
Take off my shoes and tell her to please ya boy
Peter Parker bitches with this web of pimpin
She caught in there
I'm retarded with the vernacular
She immaculate so I'm bagging her
We lit folk
Passing liquor with chickens and kinfolk
I been blowed
Me and lil shawty here off that great smoke
Smooth with payload
Wrap it and she take off
Accomplishments impress me lil shawty
It's pussy everywhere
Your circumference what I'm enthralled in
That urethra baby
I want in plus that cash out that bag
Baby go get that you with that
Naw ain't slipping
Peep my vision with these women
I'm po pimpin she looking for pole position
Naw really
Yessuh
Fuck what you heard bitch
Fuck what you heard bitch
Fuck what you heard bitch
Fuck what you heard bitch
Ride smooth that five two with the sunroof
Slide through yo bih call a nigga Daddy Coop
Caddy cool I'm getting money
What the fuck they doin
Caddy cool I'm getting money
What the fuck they doin
Niggas mad they talkin bad
But ion give a fuck
Bitches sad all in they feelings
Fucked they chance up
On they ass foot on the gas
I ain't letting up
On they ass foot on the gas
I ain't letting up
Young nigga with a Master P
Grind on em need platinum teeth
Shine on em they mad at me
Flexed on em when I got the key
Big dawg I got to be
Got big balls yo bitch agree
Grand champ my pedigree
No cur bred and they'll never eat
Mobbing like I'm Pimp C
Toes down like ten deep
Been trill don't miss a beat
Been trill I must repeat
Need three stacks and a bag of weed
You up short and I flip the scene
Been that nigga since ye three
Now peep game don't play with me
Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me lil nigga
Fuck what you heard bitch
Fuck what you heard bitch
Fuck what you heard bitch
I need a muthafuckin boss bitch
Sum slick with nice hips
That love to talk shit and suck dick
Will never spit
Take it all in
In the end we just friends till we meet again
Thriving in this lust and sin
Hear me tho
Cocaine campaigning it got her cheesing tho
It's easy bro
Take off my shoes and tell her to please ya boy
Peter Parker bitches with this web of pimpin
She caught in there
I'm retarded with the vernacular
She immaculate so I'm bagging her
We lit folk
Passing liquor with chickens and kinfolk
I been blowed
Me and lil shawty here off that great smoke
Smooth with payload
Wrap it and she take off
Accomplishments impress me lil shawty
It's pussy everywhere
Your circumference what I'm enthralled in
That urethra baby
I want in plus that cash out that bag
Baby go get that you with that
Naw ain't slipping
Peep my vision with these women
I'm po pimpin she looking for pole position
Naw really
Yessuh
Fuck what you heard bitch
Fuck what you heard bitch
Fuck what you heard bitch
Fuck what you heard bitch
Credits
Writer(s): John Cooper, Qynton Bryant
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