Figures

It's figures my n
She getting bitter my n
Way from Dominica she got the figure you see in the cinema
I think it's the liquor my n
Cause she getting thicker and thicker

We getting figures my n
What?
We get that chicken my n
We cooking chicken for dinner
We got it lit and I still need a sip brother we bouta fuck up the club
We bouta fuck up the club
We bouta fuck up the club

Said that I'm cream of the crop you dream of the top, but sleep on the clock
Hickory Dickory Dock
Roma we roaming the block
Pull up I'm stepping I'm T'd I'm attempting to talk
Sippin I'm texting a thot
Bitch I won't be sipping on wok
Bitch I won't be sipping on wok or no ak how you walk from the back know I gotta react to set
Getting with me ain't no wedding with me girl you know that I'm stepping correct
Don't talk bout respect with them shots on the net I don't tennis that shit, no Serena
She look like a tenner but chef like a three, a stepper you know Imma leave her
We don't do pictures my n
Way from Dominica she got that cinema figure
I give her the shivers and mize her
I speak and hitters are wiser
Give me a minute

He keeping triggers on triggers
She feeling triggered my n
The digits becoming legit
To Jigga I look like a jit
The government setting this shit up
The current is charging the whip
It figures my n

We getting figures my n
We got that chicken my n
We cooking chicken for dinner
We got it lit and I still need a sip brother we bouta fuck up the club
We bouta fuck up the club
We bouta fuck up the club



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Writer(s): Lutanda Wilkie
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