[Tory Lanez]
Oh, oh-oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy
[Tory Lanez]
I wanna know your name, mane
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Shorty, no, I don't wanna be your main thing
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah
Don't call shorty back, gotta put her on the role call
Hit and dance with her friend and she go hard
Baby, damn, you's a motherfuckin' show-off
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah, baby, ayy-yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah, oh, yeah-ah, yeah
[A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Tory Lanez]
Huh, alright, I get it
Look at my chain, you go blind for one second
Hoodie on like I'm KKK, DTB, you should know my name
And I put that on everythin'
I wanna see you throw that ass in circles, don't ever change
(Don't wanna be your main man)
I wanna know what it is and what it ain't, babe
I'm a cold-hearted nigga, I do sane things
No switch on the Glock, call it Plain Jane
VVS's and I trust the real chain gang
Two best friends fuckin', it's the same ting
[Tory Lanez]
I wanna know your name, mane
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Shorty, no, I don't wanna be your main thing
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah
Don't call shorty back, gotta put her on the role call
Hit and dance with her friend and she go hard
Baby, damn, you's a motherfuckin' show-off
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah, baby, ayy-yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah, oh, yeah-ah, yeah
[Tory Lanez]
I got cash on deck, Arab bitches, like they stacks on deck
Bad lil' bitch, I got her gassed up, yeah
She ain't got no nigga, she done passed out, yeah
She ain't got nothin', she gotta patch up, baby, match up
Catch a vibe when I pass you, I overlap you, I'm on the side
With the real niggas and we kill niggas, .45
I might dash 'em 'cause I'm a rapper, but let it fly
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah, and you know I
I got a thing for you and you know why
I just looked up into her bra, it's some vibes
I got some bad bitches fuckin' tonight
[Tory Lanez]
I wanna know your name, mane
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Shorty, no, I don't wanna be your main thing
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah
Don't call shorty back, gotta put her on the role call
Hit and dance with her friend and she go hard
Baby, damn, you's a motherfuckin' show-off
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah, baby, ayy-yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah, oh, yeah-ah, yeah
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