Lyrics:
talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four
your girl to meet me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Please believe it, unless your game is tight
to meet me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you trust
I'm ready to spend all your body, cause me no stingy
I've been waiting for you so long, make you come feed me Anytime when you no dey by my side o my
to meet me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you
Here go the number to my casa
If you in a rush you call me mañana (c'mon)
Whatever you need girlfriend I got the whole enchilada
Just the way you like
To meet me cuz, i'm a flirt
And baby don't bring your
Girlfriend to eat cuz, i'm a flirt
Please believe it
Unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then
Don't Bring Your Girl To Meet Me Cause (I'm A Flirt)
And Baby Don't Bring Your Girlfriend To Eat Cause (I'm A Flirt)
Please Believe It, Unless Your Game
stunts
Young and I'm wildin', (?) try him
He'll call me Retch but your bitch call me Bryan
In Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin'
If you catch
I be butterfly, say goodbye to all you caterpillars
cnd I'm still gon' kidnap your girlfriend dog
I ain't picking up unless the curtain calls
So hang
Original dancehall remix from Kingston Jamaica, star trak!
(up to di time) turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, wow!
Every time your name was
shut feed him bare branflakes
Slice n dice, pastrami
Mash up your future diary, call me yuno gasai
Spit acid in mans eye fatality
Laugh til I cry while
on brian
Hex a bitch
Glue his asshole shut feed him bare bran flakes
Slice a bitch like pastrami
Mash up your future diary call me yuno gasai
Spit acid in
in
somebody else's business, looking for something, but 'cha know, for what
it's worth -
we could give a fuck!
(chorus)
Me'shell: Girlfriend
ya (woo)
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya (uh-huh)
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah (uh)
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa (uh)
lungs, call it propylene glycol
Rose gold, got your girlfriend takin off her clothes though
Panty hose, her thong bro, that girl is a real hoe
Gave it
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
(I love it when
anytime for me thing
Girl me love all your whine
Just come and pull it for me
Girlfriend don't shy my girl just bring it give me
Girl me want you to wiggle
all your whine just come and pull it on me
Girlfriend don't shy my girl, just bring it give me
Girl me want you to wiggle it jiggle it
Pull it for me
feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I'm
DoorDash
You really think you fuckin' with
Hitman? You sure Cass'?
Diz', Goodz, Ars', me
How the fuck you gonna weather the storm?
I'm just judgin off your
on the Banjee (skrrt skrrt)
Had to park it 4 by 4 Mercedes Jeep
Wide body check (wide), wide body check (yeah)
Answer all the calls (yeah), 'cause it might be
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