Lyrics:
Yeah, I got you bitches tripping, I stay whippin so don't step out your lane
Yeah, you know the name, I ain't giving no more chances
Get this with your
don't ever do shit
Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm runnin' through shit
Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama
I done seen, niggas
And now I don't hear no more love in your breathe
We dance until angles knows every step
They hold my regret like guns to my neck
And light them all up like
by the ground
In their azure satin gowns, you'll often find the devils do
Dance between the details beneath a matching moonlit hue
Dude, I don't
blick
You know I’m handling shit
I send a 100 rounds
I send it right to your shit
My people aint playing around
These bitches aint shit
She all on my
Hennessy
My poison and my remedy
Boy got me high on ecstasy
I like the way you sway
Oh I love you the way you groove
I can be your favorite song
And you can
back, your mama quick to cry
Ain't no breaks in this whip, we just stay in our grind
When I walk by on her mind, I rewind
When I text her, she quick
it for the genius side of music
In Atlanta and i'll be
Damned if i bothered by a
Nigga with a problem
No longer art it's just some
People and their
in your ocean
Put it on my kills say you still tryna no shey
I know you wan kpansh with a real nigga
Oh you be cheating now
Don't let your nigga know
live my life as I want am
Jumping over the hurdles all by myself
I don't need no storms now (No be today)
E don tey wey yarnsh don dey dey for back (No
your baby mama's screen saver
Only fuckin' with Whitneys, not Millie Bobby Browns, I'd never look twice at no teenager
I'm a fucking hitmaker, dog, not
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
'cause we're about to go down
and you know just what to do
wave your hands in the air like you don't care
gilde by the people as they start to look
to my mama
So she can cut the drama
Bought in a store in nicaragua
But you ignore the poor
Can't even get to your door
Frankenstar
You don't even know
though
If you need the money
Get your ass up
Pray and work hard
I don't wanna hear my kids say
We hate you dad
You just gave us nothing
And you don't care
Shuffle.
Mike Richardson
I'm L.A. Mike, and I play it cool.
They don't sneak by me 'cause I'm no fool.
I fly on the field and get on down.
To feathers ruffle
I just came here
To do the Superbowl shuffle
I'm L.A. Mike
And I play it cool
But don't sneak by me
Cause I'm no fool
I fly on the field
chained up, I give up and I'm at her mercy
She wouldn't let me go
She said she likes to dance all by herself cos she's a party girl
She don't care for
Like I'm Superman
I be on TikTok cause every time she with me, we Gotta do a dance
Make sure she knows she don't never ever need Another man
Me nd your
the radar, stay out the graveyard, my mama prays hard
I was in Brazil and women treated me like Neymar
Rockstar, Sammy Hagar, good neighbor like State Farm
gyal
Come show us your figure
Airforce ones new pair
Imma do my dance like I don't care
Shawty wanna come my way
The way she dancing make my day
Aiiyaa
ass down if you don't know the answer
Serious as cancer, this jam demands your undivided attention
Even on the dance floor
Grab the bull by
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