Double Cup (feat. Desire)
(Oh, yeah, yeah) oh, yeah, yeah
And I'm hoping that you love me
And there ain't really nothing to see
And you started to fall back
I'm happy that I ain't get on one knee
That's when I ran up the money
Got the first crib at 18
In the H tryna conquer my dreams
Had a .380 with a red beam
I got my double cup, I had to double up
Up on my dose, body full of lean
I'm at LAX, West Coast
She a throat goat, let her eat the team
Baby, tell me, do you want Chanel pearls?
You a good girl, welcome to my world (welcome to my world)
I just love your body, must be polite to say that I could call you my girl (my girl)
And I'm sipping some Wock
Said he wanna go to war, tell that nigga stop
But we make his body drop
Real pallbearers, standing on that block (that block)
Baby girl, this not Cîroc
Yeah, that bitch a bop, tell her come and give me top
You dumb as hell, you think I'm cuffing you
Baby girl, I don't even like the cops (nah) (the cops)
Charged up like a phone (yeah)
Smoking zone in my zone (yeah)
It's in a Backwood or a cone (yeah)
I gotta run it up 'til I'm home (home)
You run up, they cracking all your fucking bones (yeah)
I just need what I'm owed
Don't care if it's rain, sleet, or snow
I had to drop me one with KayB (yeah)
I know this shit is going crazy (ay)
Get off of your ass, stop being lazy
I'm smoking this gas, this shit is tasty (yeah)
I never switch, these niggas changing
Put them in a ditch if they try to play me
Smoking that spliff
Smoking that spliff 'til my mind hazy (oh, yeah)
This shit got me feeling so spectacular (so spectacular)
She suck me out my skin just like Dracula (just like Dracula)
I pray to God I'll never have to pass you up (have to pass you up)
This bitch here feel better than a double cup (than a double cup)
This shit right here feel so damn spectacular (so spectacular)
She suck me out my skin just like Dracula (just like Dracula)
I pray to God I'll never have to pass you up (have to pass you up)
This bitch feel way better than a double cup (than a double cup)
Fucking double cup
Shut up!
Bitch, ha-ha
And I'm hoping that you love me
And there ain't really nothing to see
And you started to fall back
I'm happy that I ain't get on one knee
That's when I ran up the money
Got the first crib at 18
In the H tryna conquer my dreams
Had a .380 with a red beam
I got my double cup, I had to double up
Up on my dose, body full of lean
I'm at LAX, West Coast
She a throat goat, let her eat the team
Baby, tell me, do you want Chanel pearls?
You a good girl, welcome to my world (welcome to my world)
I just love your body, must be polite to say that I could call you my girl (my girl)
And I'm sipping some Wock
Said he wanna go to war, tell that nigga stop
But we make his body drop
Real pallbearers, standing on that block (that block)
Baby girl, this not Cîroc
Yeah, that bitch a bop, tell her come and give me top
You dumb as hell, you think I'm cuffing you
Baby girl, I don't even like the cops (nah) (the cops)
Charged up like a phone (yeah)
Smoking zone in my zone (yeah)
It's in a Backwood or a cone (yeah)
I gotta run it up 'til I'm home (home)
You run up, they cracking all your fucking bones (yeah)
I just need what I'm owed
Don't care if it's rain, sleet, or snow
I had to drop me one with KayB (yeah)
I know this shit is going crazy (ay)
Get off of your ass, stop being lazy
I'm smoking this gas, this shit is tasty (yeah)
I never switch, these niggas changing
Put them in a ditch if they try to play me
Smoking that spliff
Smoking that spliff 'til my mind hazy (oh, yeah)
This shit got me feeling so spectacular (so spectacular)
She suck me out my skin just like Dracula (just like Dracula)
I pray to God I'll never have to pass you up (have to pass you up)
This bitch here feel better than a double cup (than a double cup)
This shit right here feel so damn spectacular (so spectacular)
She suck me out my skin just like Dracula (just like Dracula)
I pray to God I'll never have to pass you up (have to pass you up)
This bitch feel way better than a double cup (than a double cup)
Fucking double cup
Shut up!
Bitch, ha-ha
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Garcia
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