WILD CHERRY

You better hm
You better what?
Bitch I been runnin it up from the jump
You would think that I play with Wild Cherry the way
That this white boy been bringin' the funk
You would think that this bitch just caught me staring at ass the way
She keep bringin' it up
You would never have thought we was trailing at half, the way we just evened it up

God damn
I had to get right quick
They try and copy right click
God damn
Please get offa my dick
Unfollow all of my shit
I am
So sick and tired this shit
Damn that's a lyin' ass bitch
God damn
I need a giant ass crib
Big pile of all of that shit
Aw yeah

I had to give it and go, start days with some green and good riddance to hoes
Hittin the limit expect me to fold
Timid just isn't infectin' my soul
Didn't adrenaline lessen the blows?
Isn't a message best kept in a scroll?
Isn't your destiny next to be known?
Didn't the bitch sittin next to me go?
Oh
I am indefinitely cold
Smokin my bud now she definitely stoned
Soaked in the mud now we fresher than most
Roll up the wood in a second we go
Heard your work ethic impeccably slow
I treat this shit as profession and so
I don't got no time for no hobbyists I'm the lobby and I'm on my way to the show

I had to get right quick
They try and copy right click
God damn
Please get offa my dick
Unfollow all of my shit
I am
So sick and tired this shit
Damn that's a lyin' ass bitch
God damn
I need a giant ass crib
Big pile of all of that shit
Aw yeah



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Writer(s): Henry Maysack
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