HARLEYS (feat. santi)
Yeah, said she wanna ride me like a Harley
Baby sense, sippin' on that shit that look like Barney
Wait a sec baby, I've been living on the road, yeah, yeah
Popping so much shit, I'm getting wilder, yeah, yeah
Put that hoe on top, now she a rider, yeah
Said she wanna do me like a Harley, yeah, yeah
Ask if I'm impressed, I tell her, hardley
Baby, I done seen this shit a hundred times
You gon' make me do some shit I told you not to cross that line
Now she wanna ride me like a Harley
Now she wanna ride me like a motherfuckin' Harley
Need my dose of tree, yeah, I want it
Need my nicotine, I'm a target
Speakin' lots of facts, you gon' stand back Staring at the moon, that's what turn me so evil
When the night falls, yeah, she ride me like a motherfuckin' Harley
Speeding down Louetta forever, and ever be looking for you
Not the bruh dat you knew, going dumby like mummies, dat came out the tomb
Some facts, that been told to me never listen to you
So suck it up, fuck you, been running your mouth
Like a hooligan, who again,
DIP FA$E you, running that shit when im feeling it
She gon' ride me like a Harley
Fuck you gon' be under your seat, huh
So what if we just did our best
Freak out, so you in da distress
She cry to me, then take off her dress
What's the fee for a fiend? No company
Got a fuckin' quarter pound up in the jetta
Got a couple fuckin' cups up in the center
Got a fuckin' quarter pound up in the jetta
Yeah, she love me for my motherfuckin' sweater, bitch
Baby sense, sippin' on that shit that look like Barney
Wait a sec baby, I've been living on the road, yeah, yeah
Popping so much shit, I'm getting wilder, yeah, yeah
Put that hoe on top, now she a rider, yeah
Said she wanna do me like a Harley, yeah, yeah
Ask if I'm impressed, I tell her, hardley
Baby, I done seen this shit a hundred times
You gon' make me do some shit I told you not to cross that line
Now she wanna ride me like a Harley
Now she wanna ride me like a motherfuckin' Harley
Need my dose of tree, yeah, I want it
Need my nicotine, I'm a target
Speakin' lots of facts, you gon' stand back Staring at the moon, that's what turn me so evil
When the night falls, yeah, she ride me like a motherfuckin' Harley
Speeding down Louetta forever, and ever be looking for you
Not the bruh dat you knew, going dumby like mummies, dat came out the tomb
Some facts, that been told to me never listen to you
So suck it up, fuck you, been running your mouth
Like a hooligan, who again,
DIP FA$E you, running that shit when im feeling it
She gon' ride me like a Harley
Fuck you gon' be under your seat, huh
So what if we just did our best
Freak out, so you in da distress
She cry to me, then take off her dress
What's the fee for a fiend? No company
Got a fuckin' quarter pound up in the jetta
Got a couple fuckin' cups up in the center
Got a fuckin' quarter pound up in the jetta
Yeah, she love me for my motherfuckin' sweater, bitch
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Writer(s): Andrew Widener
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