sabre

I like a big pack
Big stack kinda dude
I gotta lean back
Hella bad attitude
He wanna talk back
Give it to him how he do
Whip up the freak
For my bitches and my boo

He wanna take me on a date, uh (feel me now)
& he got really nice taste (feel me, feel me now)
& now he's grabbin' on my waist, uh (feel me now)
& don't forget about that face, ha, kill me now

Pray to god that mama don't find this
Women in my family they got their own climate
She always said assimilate the ladder, don't climb it
So I ain't pushing buttons I just, I just wind it wind it

Woah, she got the flavour
Once that ass hit the floor you'll never save her
Uh, yeah, you wanna taster
Go on & lick it lick it baby use your sabre

Uh, woah, she got the flavour
Once that ass hit the floor you'll never save her
Uh, yeah, you wanna taster
Go on & lick it lick it baby use your sabre

Young gun
Got a silver tongue
Freaky with the fun
Lum gun [he wondered]
"humai go yum Cheung?" [Is that the yum "Cheung"]
On that hit & run
He swung
With his sabre clung
Had my head spun
& i said "hun,
You the only one"
Made that man my son!

Ay! ay!
Yeah i made him hit a high note
He wanna duel now i'm calling him castrato
Says i'm a player when he's judging what my pen wrote
Bitch i been a slayer since i was a zygote
Bitch you been a hater since i pressed rewind
On my way, yeah that's fucking tei
Poppin out the gate
& it's ling gou sam (093)
If you don't geddit hei a gou lah (you're a bitch then)
Ngo go ching ching hou dai (my "Ching Ching" so big)
You wanna know her

Woah, she got the flavour
Once that ass hit the floor you'll never save her
Uh, yeah, you wanna taster
Go on & lick it lick it baby use your sabre

Uh, woah, she got the flavour
Once that ass hit the floor you'll never save her
Uh, yeah, you wanna taster
Go on & lick it lick it baby use your sabre



Credits
Writer(s): Che Ebrahim
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