Slut
It's-it's-it's a more pain
Shit
I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you
I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you
I'm tryna go fishin' for a new you, uh
The way I been in the kitchen, uh
ce whippin', whippin'
Tryna find my mistress mission, uh
Thank God I'm dippin', sippin'
Rewired my whole brain
Xanax and politickin'
Don't think I'm into fashion
My mom don't like these fast whips
Fuck dope boys tryna tax it
Uh, 'cause I just got my chop in
Duwap Kaine, pack hit
Do you see my lavish? (Yeah)
Hitter music, make you mad?
She think I'ma make you mad
Back off 'fore I take a stab (Huh)
Back off, back off, finna stab
Back off, stab, take a stab
Stab, stab, stab (Yeah)
I signed a lizard, throw it back, huh, yeah
She suck my dick, you know the rest
Whole time they was fuckin' plottin' like a fed (Fed)
And I'm on a jet, I get to put up my legs (Slatt)
I'm listenin' to Dean Blunt, she a fuckin' diva (Yeah, bae, yeah, huh, slatt)
Za, yeah, the reefer, I keep her in a Bimmer (Yeah)
Look for me, I'll eat ya, where the fuck my nina? (Slatt)
I beat up my teacher (Yeah)
She said, "It's hot when you mean," yeah (Hot, hot)
She said, "It's hot when you mean," yeah (Hot)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Baby)
Yeah (We in Beverly)
Yeah (We in Beverly)
Yeah (We at Beverly, it's heavenly)
Yeah (I'm in Beverly)
We in Beverly, don't talk to me
Stand up on your two feet, stop doin' 2C
I got so much blue cheese
She got booty, she my pookie
One day, I'll tell you, "Lose me"
Girl, I ain't tell you, "Choose me"
Do you miss the view at the beach?
I'll beat you once, just callin' me
Unknown numbers ain't my thing
I just want a fan, I just want a fan
Close your eyes and look at me
Pass the fuckin' blunt to me
You know that's one thing that I need
One thing that I need is for you to be next to me
Hold up, I'm just jokin'
Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion
One thing that I need is for you to be next to me
Hold up, I'm just jokin' (Huh)
Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion (Huh)
I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you
I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you
I'm tryna go fishin' for a new you, uh
The way I been in the kitchen, uh
ce whippin', whippin'
Tryna find my mistress mission, uh
Thank God I'm dippin', sippin'
Rewired my whole brain
Xanax and politickin'
Don't think I'm into fashion
My mom don't like these fast whips
Fuck dope boys tryna tax it
(Uh, 'cause I just got my chop in)
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