Fye Head

Luh hoe want Rolex ', luh hoe want more sex And you know I can't stress, cause you know we up next
And she givin' that fye head, yeah And she givin' that fye head, yeah
She like Givenchy, she like Celine She actin' trippy she actin' mean
She calling my phone, I'm like, what you need? She in her thong, FaceTiming me

She said, pull up all alone She said, call me when you home
This hoe can't leave me alone This hoe can't leave me alone
Don't care what you say, don't care what you think We stackin' up cash, we breakin' the bank
They still asleep, no, it don't make no sense This shit on go my whole gang on ten

she wanna slide, she boutta bring a friend If she say she mine, then she up in a Benz
If she say she mine, then she rock new shit If she say she mine, then she got blue strips
Bitch, I'm racked up, bitch, I'm stacked up Bitch, I'm racked up, bitch, I'm gone
Bitch, I'm racked up, bitch, I'm stacked up Bitch, I'm racked up, bitch, I'm gone

You can't call my phone, ho, leave me alone Got it on my own, got it on the road
These niggas so sneaky, like they got some drones Bitch, I've been up geeking, all up on my own
This hoe way too picky, like I need her I told her I'ma hit her, then I leave her
This hoe way too picky, like I need her But she don't know I hit her, then I leave her

I wrote this shit out nigga this my movie This hoe just wanna fuck me, cause I'm too lit
Yeah, we turning up like you can't do it You say you get that bag, you gotta prove it
You say you got that bag, you gotta prove it You tryna run up on me, don't act foolish
Cause my nigga, on my side, he got that tooly, All my niggas down to ride like we gon' pull up, All my niggas down to ride like we gon' pull up



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Writer(s): Kobe Sullivan
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