Live N***a (feat. Jaytyler)
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
What?
Yuh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What you say?
Yeah, yeah
I got niggas that's gone do that fucking time nigga
I got niggas that's gone risk it all to end yo fucking life
Got a couple glocks, a couple ARs and some .9s
This a death bed, Imma gone and cut yo line nigga
Yeah
Ex-ex extendo
We ain't kicking down no door we shooting windows
Yo girl said she want some dick I tell that bitch to get low
Lil' Jon get low
Yeah Yeah get low
I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!)
Redhead bitch I call her black widow
If you think that I love you bitch you must be a damn fool
I was tryna get close to you so I could fuck yo friend too
I could fuck yo friend too, all up in that head like some Cantu
Drive bitch 10, 2
Don't start crying because bitch I didn't miss you
That pussy Fiji she screaming that bitch beneath me
Tongue is all up in that pussy like writing that's on a CD
I told her I'm working with magic she said that she ain't believe me
Fuck her while I'm writing lyrics long strokes, that shit is easy
I'm with the gang and we riding my nigga we finna bool
Talkin' down on my name, I'm sorry you just a fool
If I tell yo ass again, you gone be face to face with this tool
Might be catching all the smoke nigga I'm not talking Juul
Yeah
Ex-ex extendo
We ain't kicking down no door we shooting windows
Yo girl said she want some dick I tell that bitch to get low
Lil' Jon get low
Yeah Yeah get low
I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!)
Redhead bitch I call her black widow (I call her what?)
Broke bitches find the door tell em' dido (Aye' tell em' dido)
You's a jit you's a child, a fucking kiddo (A fucking kiddo)
Yeah
If you want he action we can dish it out
And don't be talking all that shit, guarantee that I can get loud
I was rapping in the 3rd grade since I was a fucking child
If you thinking shit is sweet you tripping yeah you is fucking wild (Aye' sit yo ass down)
If you thinking that I want you sorry bitch you in denial
I can't keep that same hoes they test me till they out of style
And don't be acting all hard ya lips are shitty wipe ya mouth
My niggas get they checks for flexing, sorry not sorry
Yeah you ain't gone win this round
Her legs are up, hands are pressed all on her shoulders
Nah bitch that ain't no Glock she ready yeah she coming over
I like to fuck her from behind while she wearing Fashion Nova
Yeah she blowing up my phone I think I might have to block her number (Block her number!)
Yeah
Ex-ex extendo
We ain't kicking down no door we shooting windows (We shooting windows!)
Yo girl said she want some dick I tell that bitch to get low
Lil' Jon get low
Yeah Yeah get low
I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!)
Redhead bitch I call her black widow (I call her what?)
Broke bitches find the door tell em' dido (Aye' tell em' dido)
You's a jit you's a child, a fucking kiddo (A fucking kiddo)
Hold on
Hold on
What?
Yuh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What you say?
Yeah, yeah
I got niggas that's gone do that fucking time nigga
I got niggas that's gone risk it all to end yo fucking life
Got a couple glocks, a couple ARs and some .9s
This a death bed, Imma gone and cut yo line nigga
Yeah
Ex-ex extendo
We ain't kicking down no door we shooting windows
Yo girl said she want some dick I tell that bitch to get low
Lil' Jon get low
Yeah Yeah get low
I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!)
Redhead bitch I call her black widow
If you think that I love you bitch you must be a damn fool
I was tryna get close to you so I could fuck yo friend too
I could fuck yo friend too, all up in that head like some Cantu
Drive bitch 10, 2
Don't start crying because bitch I didn't miss you
That pussy Fiji she screaming that bitch beneath me
Tongue is all up in that pussy like writing that's on a CD
I told her I'm working with magic she said that she ain't believe me
Fuck her while I'm writing lyrics long strokes, that shit is easy
I'm with the gang and we riding my nigga we finna bool
Talkin' down on my name, I'm sorry you just a fool
If I tell yo ass again, you gone be face to face with this tool
Might be catching all the smoke nigga I'm not talking Juul
Yeah
Ex-ex extendo
We ain't kicking down no door we shooting windows
Yo girl said she want some dick I tell that bitch to get low
Lil' Jon get low
Yeah Yeah get low
I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!)
Redhead bitch I call her black widow (I call her what?)
Broke bitches find the door tell em' dido (Aye' tell em' dido)
You's a jit you's a child, a fucking kiddo (A fucking kiddo)
Yeah
If you want he action we can dish it out
And don't be talking all that shit, guarantee that I can get loud
I was rapping in the 3rd grade since I was a fucking child
If you thinking shit is sweet you tripping yeah you is fucking wild (Aye' sit yo ass down)
If you thinking that I want you sorry bitch you in denial
I can't keep that same hoes they test me till they out of style
And don't be acting all hard ya lips are shitty wipe ya mouth
My niggas get they checks for flexing, sorry not sorry
Yeah you ain't gone win this round
Her legs are up, hands are pressed all on her shoulders
Nah bitch that ain't no Glock she ready yeah she coming over
I like to fuck her from behind while she wearing Fashion Nova
Yeah she blowing up my phone I think I might have to block her number (Block her number!)
Yeah
Ex-ex extendo
We ain't kicking down no door we shooting windows (We shooting windows!)
Yo girl said she want some dick I tell that bitch to get low
Lil' Jon get low
Yeah Yeah get low
I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!)
Redhead bitch I call her black widow (I call her what?)
Broke bitches find the door tell em' dido (Aye' tell em' dido)
You's a jit you's a child, a fucking kiddo (A fucking kiddo)
Credits
Writer(s): Peytin Abbott
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