Yeah (feat. Kiddo Boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I just copped a pair
I'm my second year, didn't know what to wear
She like, yeah, can you kiss me there
Do you miss me? Yeah. Do you really? Yeah
I got fifty one for fifty them, it's sixteen for my britches
Sixty drums for sixty guns, it's city bitch he itchin'
In the kitchen, yeah, keep it pimpin, yeah
Is you fixin'?, Yeah. Can you dig it? Yeah
Yeah, I feel like a, yeah
Leonardo out the bottle, I one night her yeah
If i like her, yeah, Ima slice her, yeah
Kitchen counter, swing around ha
Then I knife her, yeah
All my bitches ratchet, yeah, make that pussy pop
Baddest in the city she so pretty when she milly rock
Would you wife it? Yeah
Did she ride it? Yeah
Do you like it? Yeah. Gots ta keep it private yeah
Big ol' lil freak
Yeah, yeah, I know you feelin me
Yeah, yeah, is you feeling me
We got chemistry, you just like my energy
Yeah, I just copped a pair
I'm my second year, didn't know what to wear
She like, yeah, can you kiss me there
Do you miss me? Yeah. Do you really? Yeah
I got fifty one for fifty them, it's sixteen for my britches
Sixty drums for sixty guns, it's city bitch he itchin
In the kitchen, yeah, keep it pimpin, yeah
Is you fixin'?, Yeah. Can you dig it? Yeah
Yeah, I'm a millionaire
You a millipede, centipede, little yeah
I know it ain't fair, ask me if I care
All designer, marijuana, smell it in the air
If you asking, I'm gonna answer I don't give a fuck
Keep the semi tucked cause my necklace like a hockey puck
What the fuck, where the bittys, where the pretty sluts
I just want some kitty
See some titties, I just wanna bust
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it like that, bring it right back
Do it like that, bring it right back
Do it like that, bring it right back
Do it like that, alright
Yeah, I just copped a pair
I'm my second year, didn't know what to wear
She like, yeah, can you kiss me there
Do you miss me? Yeah. Do you really? Yeah
I got fifty one for fifty them, it's sixteen for my britches
Sixty drums for sixty guns, it's city bitch he itchin
In the kitchen, yeah, keep it pimpin, yeah
Is you fixin'?, Yeah. Can you dig it? Yeah
Yeah, I just copped a pair
I'm my second year, didn't know what to wear
She like, yeah, can you kiss me there
Do you miss me? Yeah. Do you really? Yeah
I got fifty one for fifty them, it's sixteen for my britches
Sixty drums for sixty guns, it's city bitch he itchin'
In the kitchen, yeah, keep it pimpin, yeah
Is you fixin'?, Yeah. Can you dig it? Yeah
Yeah, I feel like a, yeah
Leonardo out the bottle, I one night her yeah
If i like her, yeah, Ima slice her, yeah
Kitchen counter, swing around ha
Then I knife her, yeah
All my bitches ratchet, yeah, make that pussy pop
Baddest in the city she so pretty when she milly rock
Would you wife it? Yeah
Did she ride it? Yeah
Do you like it? Yeah. Gots ta keep it private yeah
Big ol' lil freak
Yeah, yeah, I know you feelin me
Yeah, yeah, is you feeling me
We got chemistry, you just like my energy
Yeah, I just copped a pair
I'm my second year, didn't know what to wear
She like, yeah, can you kiss me there
Do you miss me? Yeah. Do you really? Yeah
I got fifty one for fifty them, it's sixteen for my britches
Sixty drums for sixty guns, it's city bitch he itchin
In the kitchen, yeah, keep it pimpin, yeah
Is you fixin'?, Yeah. Can you dig it? Yeah
Yeah, I'm a millionaire
You a millipede, centipede, little yeah
I know it ain't fair, ask me if I care
All designer, marijuana, smell it in the air
If you asking, I'm gonna answer I don't give a fuck
Keep the semi tucked cause my necklace like a hockey puck
What the fuck, where the bittys, where the pretty sluts
I just want some kitty
See some titties, I just wanna bust
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it like that, bring it right back
Do it like that, bring it right back
Do it like that, bring it right back
Do it like that, alright
Yeah, I just copped a pair
I'm my second year, didn't know what to wear
She like, yeah, can you kiss me there
Do you miss me? Yeah. Do you really? Yeah
I got fifty one for fifty them, it's sixteen for my britches
Sixty drums for sixty guns, it's city bitch he itchin
In the kitchen, yeah, keep it pimpin, yeah
Is you fixin'?, Yeah. Can you dig it? Yeah
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