Mmm Hmm
Mmm-hmm
(Everything Mvjor)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
Mmm-hmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrt)
Yeah, yeah (Mmm-hmm)
Ayy, she think I'm fuckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em, she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this morning, I feel like the man (Mmm-hmm)
Woke up this morning, I'm choosin' the violence for all of these niggas, they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (Mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island, but I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (Mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, race car go like go, go, go
She tell me, "Go slo-mo though"
Whip the wheel like I'm a pro (Mmm-hmm)
Exotic car like my name Joe
See a stop sign, but I go
I still drive like a criminal (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Aventador, I raised the door (Mmm-hmm)
Either me or them, you gotta decide
Better pick your side and hold your pride
Come with us, you wanna stay alive
You go with them guys, your ass gon' die (Mmm-hmm)
Don't gotta describe the pressure I apply, turn a python to a fry
Never compromise, never sympathize, looked him in his eyes when he died (Grrt, Mmm-hmm)
He bragged, he cried
Don't give a fuck, he was ridin' with them, he was slidin' with them, so he fried with them
The greatest, I'm him (Mmm-hmm)
I see a resemblance, got a nigga tremblin', givin' me adrenaline
I don't like rememberin', but I've been rememberin' everything in my memory for the past century (Mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mmm-hmm)
Ayy, she think I'm fuckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em, she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this morning, I feel like the man (Mmm-hmm)
Woke up this morning, I'm choosin' the violence for all of these niggas, they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (Mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island, but I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (Mmm-hmm)
Spend money on her, I ain't givin' a fuck
If she want her a butt, I'll buy her a butt
Behind the back is a truck
She gon' back it up and dump it on me 'til I bust (Mmm-hmm)
I said, "It's a must"
For the shit I put in and get back out for us
Is it love? Is it lust?
I don't really give a fuck, let me get in your guts (Mmm-hmm)
Did the money make me this way?
Now the money make me too paid
Where you at, bae? I wanna get laid
From the back, rippin' her toupee (Mmm-hmm)
Snatch the wig, now I see her braids
Now I'm payin' for another lace
Toothpaste all on her face
She ate it up and ain't say no grace (Mmm-hmm)
Like that, my bag different
Medusa head on my fabric
I can make a song ad-libbin' and I bet they say that it's a classic (Mmm-hmm)
Got mad wealth, I'm mad rich, live lavish with bad bitches
Status can't get vanished 'cause my way, I'm havin' it (Mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mmm-hmm)
Ayy, she think I'm fuckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em, she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this morning, I feel like the man (Mmm-hmm)
Woke up this morning, I'm choosin' the violence for all of these niggas, they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (Mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island, but I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (Mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mmm-hmm)
(Everything Mvjor)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
Mmm-hmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrt)
Yeah, yeah (Mmm-hmm)
Ayy, she think I'm fuckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em, she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this morning, I feel like the man (Mmm-hmm)
Woke up this morning, I'm choosin' the violence for all of these niggas, they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (Mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island, but I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (Mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, race car go like go, go, go
She tell me, "Go slo-mo though"
Whip the wheel like I'm a pro (Mmm-hmm)
Exotic car like my name Joe
See a stop sign, but I go
I still drive like a criminal (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Aventador, I raised the door (Mmm-hmm)
Either me or them, you gotta decide
Better pick your side and hold your pride
Come with us, you wanna stay alive
You go with them guys, your ass gon' die (Mmm-hmm)
Don't gotta describe the pressure I apply, turn a python to a fry
Never compromise, never sympathize, looked him in his eyes when he died (Grrt, Mmm-hmm)
He bragged, he cried
Don't give a fuck, he was ridin' with them, he was slidin' with them, so he fried with them
The greatest, I'm him (Mmm-hmm)
I see a resemblance, got a nigga tremblin', givin' me adrenaline
I don't like rememberin', but I've been rememberin' everything in my memory for the past century (Mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mmm-hmm)
Ayy, she think I'm fuckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em, she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this morning, I feel like the man (Mmm-hmm)
Woke up this morning, I'm choosin' the violence for all of these niggas, they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (Mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island, but I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (Mmm-hmm)
Spend money on her, I ain't givin' a fuck
If she want her a butt, I'll buy her a butt
Behind the back is a truck
She gon' back it up and dump it on me 'til I bust (Mmm-hmm)
I said, "It's a must"
For the shit I put in and get back out for us
Is it love? Is it lust?
I don't really give a fuck, let me get in your guts (Mmm-hmm)
Did the money make me this way?
Now the money make me too paid
Where you at, bae? I wanna get laid
From the back, rippin' her toupee (Mmm-hmm)
Snatch the wig, now I see her braids
Now I'm payin' for another lace
Toothpaste all on her face
She ate it up and ain't say no grace (Mmm-hmm)
Like that, my bag different
Medusa head on my fabric
I can make a song ad-libbin' and I bet they say that it's a classic (Mmm-hmm)
Got mad wealth, I'm mad rich, live lavish with bad bitches
Status can't get vanished 'cause my way, I'm havin' it (Mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mmm-hmm)
Ayy, she think I'm fuckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em, she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this morning, I feel like the man (Mmm-hmm)
Woke up this morning, I'm choosin' the violence for all of these niggas, they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (Mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island, but I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (Mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mmm-hmm)
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan J. Berg, Bryson Lashun Potts, Mikul Thomas, Carson Stewart
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Or What (Instrumental / Acapella) - Single
- SLUT SZN
- Or What - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (COUNTRY ME OUT) - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2: THE RAUNCHY REMIXES
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (THE RAUNCHY REMIXES) - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (Extra Slutty Mix) - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (Instrumental / Acapella) - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (Sped Up/Slowed Down) - Single
- Stickin And Movin - Single
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