42
Aitch
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Give me that one-two, give me that Yeah, yeah, yeah Bring some Hennessy or some Maggie's, bitch, I ain't tryna drink no '42 (bitch) VVS on my necklaces, I put diamonds all on my shorty too (yeah) Callin' up her friend, says she's horny, we just brought her through Tongue all in her pussy, should've saw me, I'm naughty yute (woo) Pick my nose, oh, shit, my wrist on froze, I almost caught the flu (yeah) Kick and roll, I'll give you to my bro before I talk to you (bitch) Pick a home, don't know which one to go, true say, I bought a few (trust) In the Rolls, two besties give me dome, I like that sort of view Could've got the new Cullinan but I switched it up and got the double M Had her plaques done, I'm tryna pull on 'em Now she suck me up 'til I cum again (yeah) These rappers, I just make fun of 'em They all rappin' 'bout the same gun again If I lay a verse, I be bossin' 'em They don't f*ck with me, I don't f*ck with 'em (yeah, yeah) I told shorty, "Put your jacket on, it's time to go" Yeah, she just want a packet or a line of snow Yeah, Bentley or the Lambo, eeny, miny, moe (skrrt, skrrt) See man rappin' 'bout some figures I had time ago And make that ass clap Girl, make that ass clap Now throw that ass back Yeah And make that ass clap (okay, yeah, yeah) Girl, make that ass clap (okay, yeah, yeah) Now throw that ass back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't givin' out my dick to no chick that wants clout My shorty don't want P, she wants kids in that mouth Told her, "Hit my crib", made the trip from down South But if I see that phone, bitch gets kicked out my house (woo) Diamonds on me all pink like that pussy is (yeah) Skydweller plain, rose gold, I'm still thinkin' 'bout bussin' it (trust) Been on top for like six years, that money boy still runnin' shit (ha) Chrome Hearts, stand in that double R, and them YG's get your cauli' flipped (bah-bah, bah-bah) Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa), make that ass shake Throw that booty, I'ma throw some money, I don't give a f*ck if the ass fake (yeah) They know it's me when I'm pullin' up, you see M-40 on the car plate Scrapped the wheels on the MayBenz, that's the only time I felt heartbreak Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go), go (woo) All that ass, how can I let you walk past me? (Ha) Eat it up 'fore I beat it up, like, girl, I'm tryna get nasty And make that ass clap Girl, make that ass clap Now throw that ass back Yeah And make that ass clap (okay, yeah, yeah) Girl, make that ass clap (okay, yeah, yeah) Now throw that ass back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Written by: Harrison Armstrong, Jacob Jones, Taras Slusarenko
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