Paroles Lebanon

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Told her told her, give her what you wannna, want
I don't got no patience I ain't no D.O.C (D.O.C)
Threw her back up in the air there wasn’t no seat (wasn’t no seat)
Why my section starting to look like KOD (KOD)
Man I heard that was yo bitch now why she on me? (why she on me?)
We takin' shots now after shots now shootin' threes (swish, swish, swish)
Start button push ain’t no key, I say baby you say that pussy ain't for free
Can your pussy do it for my Gs? (my niggas)
I know Shawty by the door that's a key (that's a key)
I hit her up with the pipe, she OD (she OD)
Brim low, Gucci Shades, style low key (style low key)
Michael Jack, shawty bad yeah thats me
Eyes red off the Canada flag
I got way more hoes than your daddy has
Pull up on a valet, front door the Bent (front door the Bent)
Way you move that don’t make no sense (nope, nope)

She checkin' bags like she 'bout to trip it ('bout to trip it)
Shake that ass for a couple digits (for a couple digits)
Make a nigga wanna hit or miss it
Showin' out got er'body attention
She checkin' bags like she bout to trip it ('bout to trip it)
Shake that ass for a couple digits (for a couple digits)
Make a nigga wanna hit and miss it (hit and miss it)
Showin' out got er'body attention (er'body)

Titties jumping while that ass be clapping for me (clapping for me)
She go stupid with the head she gimme dummy (so stupid)
She a magician always could point out a trick (she always could)
We in the bathroom and she always with the shits
On my Welvin, who ain't got no bitches? (who ain't got no bitches?)
Somebody scratch my fingers they be itchin'
No limits, just limited edition (no limits)
I ain't tryna wife, I'm tryna mistress (yeah yeah)
This a jungle, know there's plenty hoes
You know I gotta wear camouflage (camouflage)
About three hoes on the microphone, I tell 'em have menage (have menage)
Everyday I gotta wake up, gotta get it, gotta take care of the squad (squad)
Made up like my lesbians all out in Lebanon

She checkin' bags like she 'bout to trip it ('bout to trip it)
Shake that ass for a couple digits (for a couple of 'em)
Make a nigga wanna hit or miss it (hit or miss it)
Showin’ out got er'body attention (er'body, er'body)
She checkin' bags like she 'bout to trip it (trip it)
Shake that ass for a couple digits (for a couple digits)
Make a nigga wanna hit or miss it (hit or miss it, hit or miss it)
Showin' out got er'body attention (er'body)

Aye man I swear these hoes in here for everybody
She in my ear like JT afterparty
What she do to the dick off the molly
Pourin' up, knuck and buck with everybody
Had her screaming louder in my Maserati
Neck and wrist on Slick Rick, La Di Da Di
I'mma leave with his bitch probably, probably
Swear I went and bought the ship Harakari
Know these niggas out here carbon copy

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

JEREMY P. FELTON, KENNETH CHARLES COBY, TIM GOMRINGER, KEVIN GOMRINGER