Mr. TYB

Yeah
Damn
Yeah
Mr take your bitch
But I don't even want her
Yeah, uh

Yeah, Mr take your bitch but really I Don't even want her
I be sipping on that Yerba, not no Arizona
I be hotter than a bitch, I'm not from Arizona
I'm in that Florida water, swimming, Now I'm really floating

Yeah, I'm really going, now I'm colder Than they shoulder
I'm smoking Baby Yoda, you can tell it By the odor
Not doing yoga, but I bend her over Touch her toes
She say I'm extra, yeah she know I love
To do the most

She want her wrist froze, Esla had to Let her go
I'm high as fuck up in the store, I Might just buy the store
Like, all that shit you do for show, bro You not authentic
They couldn't see me in that hoe but They know who in it

Like I ain't doing back and forth, I'm Not playing tennis
My man like Dennis, keep a rod right Up in his britches
Oh yeah, this big business, you can't Take the heat get off the beach
Lil jit you been trippin'

But I keep the heat just like I'm Jimmy, Need a butler
If you ain't rock with us, little bitch
Then yeah, it's fuck you
My weed just like some glue, yeah Yeah, it got me stuck yeah

John Quiñones wouldn't know what To do, if i pulled up with that ooh
You be talking like you know the Answers
You not Sway baby, i've been in the FL
This not LA baby

Said I don't want no boo
I'll take you Chick-fil-a baby
That shit like a whole pool, I dive in like a lake, baby

Yeah, Mr take your bitch but really I Don't even want her
I be sipping on that Yerba, not no Arizona
I be hotter than a bitch, I'm not from Arizona
I'm in that Florida water, swimming, Now I'm really floating

Yeah, I'm really going, now I'm colder Than they shoulder
I'm smoking Baby Yoda, you can tell it By the odor
Not doing yoga, but I bend her over Touch her toes
She say I'm extra, yeah she know I love
To do the most

She say I'm extra but she know I give Her extra dick
And I cook her breakfast in the Morning, guess I'm excellent
That boy said he cold, yeah I guess that
Mean I'm extra sick
I ain't stressing it, I know I'm finna get This shit

Everything I said I wanted, I
Manifested it
I'm a real Florida man, yeah the Crocs Be what I'm stepping in
Yeah, yeah, they say I'm smooth, tell Me something that I don't know
All my shit organic, I ain't paying for
No promo

I'm a Cuban boy, dripping in that sauce Like some moho
You ain't right, you getting left baby Yeah, you gotta go go
Bitch I'm on a roll roll, I feel just like I'm bowling
I ain't whipping in no stolo but drive
This like I stole it

Yeah, I take it to the cup, and one Through the contact
She ain't even smoking but she Geeking off the contact
Why the fuck you even tweaking, baby I ain't save your contact
I just been up in my zone, yeah you Take her, I don't want her

Yeah, Mr take your bitch but really I Don't even want her
I be sipping on that Yerba, not no Arizona
I be hotter than a bitch, I'm not from Arizona
I'm in that Florida water, swimming, Now I'm really floating

Yeah, I'm really going, now I'm colder Than they shoulder
I'm smoking Baby Yoda, you can tell it By the odor
Not doing yoga, but I bend her over Touch her toes
She say I'm extra, yeah she know I love
To do the most

You know I'm extra baby
Yeah
Ski
Luh Tyler flow



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Writer(s): Jaiden Ripoll
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