easy 4 me
I don't feel em
Bitch I'm way to up, run it up
Bitch I'm way to up, no I don't feel em
Brodie pull up on you, keep it tuck
This shit way too easy for me
Rockin outta show
Fuckin' nigga's hoes
I was in the city, thought that I would let u know
To me, y'all need to understand
Why you gotta go
I don't feel em
Bitch I'm way to up, run it up
Bitch I'm way to up, no I don't feel em
Brodie pull up on you, keep it tuck
This shit way too easy for me
Rockin outta show
Fuckin' nigga's hoes
I was in the city, thought that I would let you know
To me, y'all need to understand
Why you gotta go
Feel like imma crash out
I don't even understand, why I gotta max out
I like it when she put that shit on
Pull her tracks out
I got Alyx on my body
Prada, Fendi, cashout
This bih not feelin' the vibe
So I let her go, I said fuck it
She wanna ask a nigga bout anotha bitch, no I do not even wanna discuss it.
Shit that you said, really mean nothin to me
Fuck it, workin on what imma be
I got her right in the passenger seat
Know imma go up, you gon see
I don't feel em'
Bitch I'm way to up, run it up
Bitch I'm way to up, no I don't feel em
Brodie pull up on you, keep it tuck
This shit way too easy for me
Rockin outta show
Fuckin' nigga's hoes
I was in the city, thought that I would let you know
To me, y'all need to understand
Why you gotta go
Bitch I'm way to up, run it up
Bitch I'm way to up, no I don't feel em
Brodie pull up on you, keep it tuck
This shit way too easy for me
Rockin outta show
Fuckin' nigga's hoes
I was in the city, thought that I would let u know
To me, y'all need to understand
Why you gotta go
I don't feel em
Bitch I'm way to up, run it up
Bitch I'm way to up, no I don't feel em
Brodie pull up on you, keep it tuck
This shit way too easy for me
Rockin outta show
Fuckin' nigga's hoes
I was in the city, thought that I would let you know
To me, y'all need to understand
Why you gotta go
Feel like imma crash out
I don't even understand, why I gotta max out
I like it when she put that shit on
Pull her tracks out
I got Alyx on my body
Prada, Fendi, cashout
This bih not feelin' the vibe
So I let her go, I said fuck it
She wanna ask a nigga bout anotha bitch, no I do not even wanna discuss it.
Shit that you said, really mean nothin to me
Fuck it, workin on what imma be
I got her right in the passenger seat
Know imma go up, you gon see
I don't feel em'
Bitch I'm way to up, run it up
Bitch I'm way to up, no I don't feel em
Brodie pull up on you, keep it tuck
This shit way too easy for me
Rockin outta show
Fuckin' nigga's hoes
I was in the city, thought that I would let you know
To me, y'all need to understand
Why you gotta go
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Writer(s): Ruy Benfica
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