torch
Richie
Uh me and dee with it again
Uh, we want, you and your friends
Uh, me and dee with it again
Look, we just want your friend
Uh, look, me and dee with it again
We hotter than cayenne
We just wanna win
Look she think I'm her kin
Nah baby we ain't kin
I rather just have yo' friend
Look I'm just tryna win
Damn, that's yo' twin?
She wanna link, i said when
She crazier, than Harley Quinn
I told her get in, where you fit in
Uh
Me and dee with it again
Uh, we want, you and your friends
Uh, uh, me and Dee with it again
We just want yo' friend, we just want yo' friend
Me and Robb did again
Li' bitch she with me, she stuck and you know it
Yeah u know that I do it
Hit a bankroll, backend
Bitch I hustle on weekends
Well at least u know I got racks, I got my own shack
Don't knock on the front just go to the back
That's where the green is at
Sike u lack, I got my own stacks
Yea
Run up on me you get blown
Young nigga home alone
Yea
Dat li' hoe on them jiggers
They all fake, hittas
She said I'm a monkey, but she in the middle
She not gay, but her name skittles
Laying down watching that ass giggle
Shid
Yea
Baby got her knees, making me freeze
I feel the breeze, do you feel the breeze
I found a pot of gold its full of money, cheese
Bad bitch, overseas
Yea
She told me lets get to it
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
Uh me and dee with it again
Uh, we want, you and your friends
Uh, me and dee with it again
Look, we just want your friend
Uh, look, me and dee with it again
We hotter than cayenne
We just wanna win
Look she think I'm her kin
Nah baby we ain't kin
I rather just have yo' friend
Look I'm just tryna win
Damn, that's yo' twin?
She wanna link, i said when
She crazier, than Harley Quinn
I told her get in, where you fit in
Uh
Me and dee with it again
Uh, we want, you and your friends
Uh, uh, me and Dee with it again
We just want yo' friend, we just want yo' friend
Me and Robb did again
Li' bitch she with me, she stuck and you know it
Yeah u know that I do it
Hit a bankroll, backend
Bitch I hustle on weekends
Well at least u know I got racks, I got my own shack
Don't knock on the front just go to the back
That's where the green is at
Sike u lack, I got my own stacks
Yea
Run up on me you get blown
Young nigga home alone
Yea
Dat li' hoe on them jiggers
They all fake, hittas
She said I'm a monkey, but she in the middle
She not gay, but her name skittles
Laying down watching that ass giggle
Shid
Yea
Baby got her knees, making me freeze
I feel the breeze, do you feel the breeze
I found a pot of gold its full of money, cheese
Bad bitch, overseas
Yea
She told me lets get to it
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
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Writer(s): Deharrius Jackson
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