Iykwik
(Swag so hot, like woah)
(Double 0 down to her toes)
(I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes)
(I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes)
(I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes)
(I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes)
I-I-I-
I pick that bitch, lil' woah, huh (Woah)
Swag so hot, like, woah (Woah)
Double 0 down to her toes (Yeah)
I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes (Yeah)
Put a ring on her, bitch, don't go (Go)
Strip off that bitch like a pole (Uh)
Atreides, not talkin' bout Paul (Uh)
All this weight, I can't hold, huh (Hold)
She checkin' the swag, like, woah (She check it)
I put some glass all in her toes (She check it)
She know everywhere that I go (Woah)
I'ma fuck that lil' bitch, that lil' ho (Woah)
He run his mouth, sicko
Talkin' 'bout gang, I got a pole
Them songs better be slow
Woah (Woah, woah, woah)
Talkin' 'bout fuck that boy Sicko
He runnin' his mouth and showin' his community page
Thinkin' he finna be shit, like
Keep glidin' yo' nuts on the mic boy, that
Shit ain't finna get no where
Haha
Payback, in the Maybach
When she pull up, know she goin' wack (Wack)
I got hoes, bitch, pull up, she gon' suck the dick
Hit it from the back (Back)
Take some pics, like woah
Rowin' it, row like a boat
Pockets so fat, they full
All of y'all pockets be froze
Doin' the most, y'all pockets be froze
Take it out, got a ghost, like
Fuckin' with most of these hoes (Woah, woah)
Payback, in the Maybach
When she pull up, know she goin' wack (Wack)
Interrogate a bitch, I'ma push a bitch off the bed I-
I-I-I-
I pick that bitch, lil' woah, huh (Woah)
Swag so hot, like, woah (Woah)
Double 0 down to her toes (Yeah)
I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes (Yeah)
Put a ring on her, bitch, don't go (Go)
Strip off that bitch like a pole (Uh)
Atreides, not talkin' bout Paul (Uh)
All this weight, I can't hold (Hold)
She checkin' the swag, like, woah (She check it)
I put some glass all in her toes (She check it)
She know everywhere that I go (Woah)
I'ma fuck that lil' bitch, that lil' ho (Woah)
He run his mouth, sicko
Talkin' 'bout gang, I got a pole
Them songs better be slow
Woah (Woah, woah, woah)
(Double 0 down to her toes)
(I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes)
(I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes)
(I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes)
(I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes)
I-I-I-
I pick that bitch, lil' woah, huh (Woah)
Swag so hot, like, woah (Woah)
Double 0 down to her toes (Yeah)
I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes (Yeah)
Put a ring on her, bitch, don't go (Go)
Strip off that bitch like a pole (Uh)
Atreides, not talkin' bout Paul (Uh)
All this weight, I can't hold, huh (Hold)
She checkin' the swag, like, woah (She check it)
I put some glass all in her toes (She check it)
She know everywhere that I go (Woah)
I'ma fuck that lil' bitch, that lil' ho (Woah)
He run his mouth, sicko
Talkin' 'bout gang, I got a pole
Them songs better be slow
Woah (Woah, woah, woah)
Talkin' 'bout fuck that boy Sicko
He runnin' his mouth and showin' his community page
Thinkin' he finna be shit, like
Keep glidin' yo' nuts on the mic boy, that
Shit ain't finna get no where
Haha
Payback, in the Maybach
When she pull up, know she goin' wack (Wack)
I got hoes, bitch, pull up, she gon' suck the dick
Hit it from the back (Back)
Take some pics, like woah
Rowin' it, row like a boat
Pockets so fat, they full
All of y'all pockets be froze
Doin' the most, y'all pockets be froze
Take it out, got a ghost, like
Fuckin' with most of these hoes (Woah, woah)
Payback, in the Maybach
When she pull up, know she goin' wack (Wack)
Interrogate a bitch, I'ma push a bitch off the bed I-
I-I-I-
I pick that bitch, lil' woah, huh (Woah)
Swag so hot, like, woah (Woah)
Double 0 down to her toes (Yeah)
I ain't fuckin' with most of these hoes (Yeah)
Put a ring on her, bitch, don't go (Go)
Strip off that bitch like a pole (Uh)
Atreides, not talkin' bout Paul (Uh)
All this weight, I can't hold (Hold)
She checkin' the swag, like, woah (She check it)
I put some glass all in her toes (She check it)
She know everywhere that I go (Woah)
I'ma fuck that lil' bitch, that lil' ho (Woah)
He run his mouth, sicko
Talkin' 'bout gang, I got a pole
Them songs better be slow
Woah (Woah, woah, woah)
Credits
Writer(s): Ll Clawz, Twxn, 507kaz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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