BIG D**K ENERGY
Fuck up commitment nah nah nah
Walk downstairs with my shades
Say Prada
No devil but I just met karma
Ringtone called voicemail hit DND
Said that's my bitch she's seeing me
Blacked out whip on the way to the concert
Took his bitch it was way too Izzy (Southwestt)
Lone soul in the crib cooking' bigger things
One time for the friends turn enemies
One time for the bitch that would leave her man
Just to get some dick from celebrities
One time for the dumb bitch Genevieve
One time for my big dick energy
Two bitches lit in the whip but they won't go home
I told her come and just pour
Shades on my eyes so you already know
What the timing I'm on yeah
She got pain in her eyes tell her hit this shit
Now your problems are gone yeah
Roll some dope for the girls that know it
No photos (clickclickclick)
And I'm way too lit
To be already going
Home
Don't stop till you throwing
Let me keep the party going
Don't have too much bad bad bad bitches
In the back throwing' up
(They begging please don't ash that blunt)
She got that FOMO
New whip it's a four-door
Only bought it to flex
Got that ass ass ass I seen from the back
Crack screen and you know I still tapped
You took my vibe
Girl you chose a side
I't were mine
You my type but
Can I tell you something
It's your fault girl you made us nothing
Got my head down low straight down from the function
It's cold when we bump in' that's your fault though
You made an assumption made me your goat
Whole past week been blazed in a hoe
Made it to Bankstown Gabriel knows
120 down the road Southwestt dodging' potholes
Lone soul in the crib cooking' bigger things
One time for the friends turn enemies
One time for the bitch that would leave her man
Just to get some dick from celebrities
One time for the dumb bitch Genevieve
One time for my big dick energy
Two bitches lit in the whip but they won't go home
I told her come and just pour
Shades on my eyes so you already know
What the timing I'm on yeah
She got pain in her eyes tell her hit this shit
Now your problems are gone yeah
Roll some dope for the girls that know it
No photos (clickclickclick)
And I'm way too lit
To be already goin
Home
Don't stop till you
Don't stop till you throwing
Walk downstairs with my shades
Say Prada
No devil but I just met karma
Ringtone called voicemail hit DND
Said that's my bitch she's seeing me
Blacked out whip on the way to the concert
Took his bitch it was way too Izzy (Southwestt)
Lone soul in the crib cooking' bigger things
One time for the friends turn enemies
One time for the bitch that would leave her man
Just to get some dick from celebrities
One time for the dumb bitch Genevieve
One time for my big dick energy
Two bitches lit in the whip but they won't go home
I told her come and just pour
Shades on my eyes so you already know
What the timing I'm on yeah
She got pain in her eyes tell her hit this shit
Now your problems are gone yeah
Roll some dope for the girls that know it
No photos (clickclickclick)
And I'm way too lit
To be already going
Home
Don't stop till you throwing
Let me keep the party going
Don't have too much bad bad bad bitches
In the back throwing' up
(They begging please don't ash that blunt)
She got that FOMO
New whip it's a four-door
Only bought it to flex
Got that ass ass ass I seen from the back
Crack screen and you know I still tapped
You took my vibe
Girl you chose a side
I't were mine
You my type but
Can I tell you something
It's your fault girl you made us nothing
Got my head down low straight down from the function
It's cold when we bump in' that's your fault though
You made an assumption made me your goat
Whole past week been blazed in a hoe
Made it to Bankstown Gabriel knows
120 down the road Southwestt dodging' potholes
Lone soul in the crib cooking' bigger things
One time for the friends turn enemies
One time for the bitch that would leave her man
Just to get some dick from celebrities
One time for the dumb bitch Genevieve
One time for my big dick energy
Two bitches lit in the whip but they won't go home
I told her come and just pour
Shades on my eyes so you already know
What the timing I'm on yeah
She got pain in her eyes tell her hit this shit
Now your problems are gone yeah
Roll some dope for the girls that know it
No photos (clickclickclick)
And I'm way too lit
To be already goin
Home
Don't stop till you
Don't stop till you throwing
Credits
Writer(s): Ezekiel Coppola, Elliot Azzi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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