Luciano

If you talkin that shit then air it out
Talkin crazy bitch I ain't hearin that
Gucci mannequin cop a pair o that
She a bad bitch so I wear it out
She a bad bit now hold on
She ain't got time for a lame nigga
She don't wanna play yo games nigga
5inco gang she claim nigga
I brought her up to speed now
She gon smoke this weed now
Made her flip her 8k to a 10k and now she think she me now
Either you flip this rack with me lil freak, gon get this D now
Or I swear you just a casualty on me, still get this D now
(Truss)

Do you love me, nothing above me
Yo eyes gon tell me, and you gon fuck me
She said I'm lucky, sip on that bubbly
She said I'm likely, well bitch I might be
Do you love me, nothing above me
Yo eyes gon tell me, and you gon fuck me
She said I'm lucky, sip on that bubbly
She said I'm likely, well BITCH I MIGHT BE (B, B!)

Ima tippy toe on that pussy!
Super soak its notoriously juicy!
Is you gonna keep it one, I brought the funk
That nigga dancin ain't no punk, he'll leave you slump
Lil woe said he gon keep the pump, that's young and dumb
Go peep the folk, lemme tell you sum, I ain't the one
I spaz when I want, this shit I won, I'm having fun now
Living this life knew we gon make it somehow, somehow
I was down and out and I ain't had not no help
Bet you see your old nigga now and he'll be mad as fuck
Never try to disrespect me it be back to that
I ain't never need no bitch for real, not cap its facts

Do you love me, nothing above me
Yo eyes gon tell me, and you gon fuck me
She said I'm lucky, sip on that bubbly
She said I'm likely, well bitch I might be... yea



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Writer(s): Eric Edmond
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