LAYOVER
Club Lowlife
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She call my phone tryna stay over Get you that flight wit' no layover Nah Ian' doin' no waitin' Ain't Future no I ain't gon wait on her My baby know she the shit, why all these bitches wanna hate on her Why hate? No B-Dubs bitch I got flavors Hop onna' jet and we flex on them haters She want the tip like that bitch was a waiter Smokin' this gas like I'm way in Jamaica We just goin' up up up (Up, up) She just tryna f*ck f*ck f*ck (f*ck, f*ck) GG, Chanel, No I ain't twelve, ain't gon' cuff cuff cuff Think you ready, no not (You not) Pullin' up wit' a big chop Clean that boy up wit' a mop (Lets go) Come shop one stop shop Swervin' a Jag and it ain't gotta top Rollie my wrist and I swear it don't tok (Tik tok) They watchin' yo moves, they gon' steal off yo' style I'm turnin' em up yea I'm feelin' the crowd Can't trust a bitch they be lettin' me down Smoke on some Za get it right out the pound I be so lost somewhere up in the clouds Ain't love me then but they lovin' me now (Bitch) I pop a perky that shit take me up All of this gas damn near takin' me down (Down) Sip wit me, I got some lines in my cup Crackin' a seal and I'm crackin' a smile (Smile) CGB nigga we talk of the town Racks on my body just walkin' around Pole from Atlanta its hawkin' em down Always gon' win bitch you know what I'm bout' Can't chase bullshit can't chase...(Fuckin' up and shit) wait Can't chase bullshit can't chase clout Hoes on hoes tryna put it in they mouth (Gang) She call my phone tryna stay over Get you that flight wit' no layover Nah Ian' doin' no waitin' Ain't Future no I ain't gon wait on her My baby know she the shit, why all these bitches wanna hate on her Why hate? (Lets go) No B-Dubs bitch I got flavors Hop onna' jet and we flex on them haters She want the tip like that bitch was a waiter Smokin' this gas like I'm way in Jamaica We just goin' up up up (up, up) She just tryna f*ck f*ck f*ck (f*ck, f*ck) GG, Chanel, No I ain't twelve, ain't gon' cuff cuff cuff No B-Dubs bitch I got flavors Hop onna' jet and we flex on them haters She want the tip like that bitch was a waiter (Bitch) Smokin' this gas like I'm way in Jamaica We just goin' up up up (Up, up) She just tryna f*ck f*ck f*ck (f*ck, f*ck) GG, Chanel, No I ain't twelve, ain't gon' cuff cuff cuff (Nahh)
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Written by: Anthony Burrell, Franklyn Robinson
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