[Chorus: Dean Dooms] Oh, oh, oh Yeah she wanna feel me Yeah she wanna smoke, oh, oh, actin' real funny (yeah) Oh, oh, oh Phony bitches corny, 'cuz that shit is so old, oh we is in the centuries yeah
[Verse 1: Dean Dooms] I could see through you Yeah I see through you You can see through me I don't really give a fuck Yeah I see through you, but I really give no fucks I see what you fucked up, I see where you fucked up I know where you lucked up, I know where you fucked up Why you always [?], Always wanna suck up Then we fuckin' make up Then we 'boutta break up Then we fuck to make up, and she puts on makeup
[Bridge: Dean Dooms] Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa Now I wanna go now Whoa no, no Now you gotta slow down Oh, oh, whoa Single 'lil gal in town, with the pinky [?] crown (yeah)
[Verse 2: Jay Critch] Ay, smoke [?], not dough Runnin' to the bag Gotta have it neat though (gotta have it) You can't touch my bag Like, no way ho I done got my cash right, I been on the road Pussy better act right, you could get exposed I told you there was ac right, served you the k roll Bitch I chose the fast life I love the bankroll (hey) Shawty throw it back right, I gotta change clothes We get big bucks, bitches choosin' And it's poured up, now I'm snoozin' Bitch I'm one up, niggas losin' My niggas out here manuvering Hit the mall, they like 'you again' At the show with the crew again [?] let the shooters in (hey) Drop you off like the Uber man
[Chorus: Dean Dooms] Oh, oh, oh Yeah she wanna feel me Yeah she wanna smoke, oh, oh, actin' real funny (yeah) Oh, oh, oh Phony bitches corny, 'cuz that shit is so old, oh we is in the centuries yeah
[Outro: Dean Dooms] Oh give her the, give her the I gotta tell you to stick it up, stick it up Hey, I don't wanna show you how to give it up, give it up Show it up, show it up Baby girl know I could go, and go blow it up I don't wanna show you how it goes Oh OhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.