Where 2 Start

Skrr
Yeah, ayy, ayy

Ayy, I (I)
I know this ain't a park, but
Baby, come and slide on a nigga, and
I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart and mind on a nigga
Yeah, Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch? (Nah)
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched

Ayy, and she know that we a match
Wavy-haired nigga but I'm rough, I got a patch
We ain't Siamese, we don't need to get attached
Found a new nigga and you still came back (back)
Five foot five, brown eyes, oh, dawg, oh
Bitch, I'm a beast, I'm a dog, baby, bow-wow
Cullinan with stars, like Nick Cannon, tryna wild out
You gon' let me beat it like I skipped the trial

Ayy, all my bitches got some real edges say "Yeah"
Say she don't wanna fuck but end up fuckin' every time
Feel like I'm from H-Town when I came down (came down)
Playin' with that pussy, fresh up out the playground
Lil' Tory

I know this ain't a park, but
Baby, come and slide on a nigga, and
I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart and mind on a nigga
Yeah, Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch? (Nah)
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched

Snatched up, ooh, damn, yeah, days later (days)
Pretty brown skin, ass on Jada Wada
She like "Fuck a gym trainer" wear her waist trainer (haha)
Shawty givin' me the blues like a bass player
I be dunkin' in that pussy, went in straight to lay up
I'm ballin' so on point, I can lay a J up
I'm gettin' money, hit the NaeNae on the naysayer
I'm makin' movies with your bitch, I had to Ray J her, yeah

Kim Kardash' with that ass and she know it (she know it)
Sex like a cardiovascular moment (you know it)
Lookin' at that pussy, I'm like, "Show me my opponent" (fuck)
"Show me my opponent"
Lil' Tory

I know this ain't a park, but
Baby, come and slide on a nigga, and
I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart and mind on a nigga
Yeah, Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch? (Nah)
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched

She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched

That's why I be creepin' on the low with her
I know that you think I'm just a homie (yeah)
I'm jumpin' off the dresser, hittin' the floor with her
You call up her phone, she like "What, nigga?" (yeah)
Tellin' you that she out with the homies
But if I was you, I would come get her
'Cause when she say the homies, that mean just me

Yeah, ayy
She wanna fuck man and I'm your man
So what does that mean?
In and out these bitches like the needle out the vaccine
Bitches wanna tell you 'bout my-
Like I'm Maxine
Runnin' through that hoe and all her friends like the track team
Now I fuck her friends together, baby, they a tag team
Yeah, I don't care if they square or they flat screen
I've been out here makin' movies, bitch, it ain't no sad scenes
(Well, fuck it, what he want from me anyway?)

Ayy
Gun is dirty than a bitch but my racks clean
Yeah, I got a bitch, pussy nice but she act mean
Fuckin' on her friend, put me in, that's a tag team
Yeah, and of course
Love my bitch on all fours, suckin' dick with force
French lil' bitch say "Bonjour," she gets no remorse
All my bitches rich, they don't wear no Michael Kors, yeah

I, I know this ain't a park
Baby, come and slide on a nigga
And I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart and mind on a nigga
My nigga Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy, tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch?
She just wanna show all them bitches that she snatched up



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