[Verse 1:]
Yo, you rocking with with the man crook
You can get your man took quicker than your hand shook
No frontin', it's about his paper
He a giver, I'm a taker and a fibber and a faker
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later
[Bridge:]
Yeah, you already know
I get the dough and it's never slow (and it's never slow)
Never know, and if you don't, it's whatever, yo
(Pay, pay, pay)
Gotta get it, gotta get, I gotta get it
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later
[Verse 2:]
Light skin world, light skin girls
Switching his vanilla cause he likes that swirl, yeah
He like black girls and he love a musician
And f*cking with this older nigga, he a f*cking magician, son
He tricking off, cause my verse perverse
And jerking off when a bitch rehearse him
When I lift the skirt, your nigga never gotta be coerced
Just squirt and he eats the dessert and that's some real shit
I mean real tits, nice ass, tight twat
Dome f*cking up a nigga home, call a bitch S.W.A.T
I get it tighter than a gridlock
Open your face and let a bitch squat
I tell him you should let his bitch watch
Cause she wanna piss, nah
I tell her she could lick this box
Cause I ain't really with that dick-swap
Even if you switch socks
Bitch is fishier than Chip Shop
And he was praying that her shit pop
Every time I say deeper, I get it warmer than a space heater
No ordinary taste either, this that candy
He was tryin' lick it off to see through my panties
I was tryin' kick it, but he was like can he-
Eat a little dinner, want to sit with my family
Nah, there's probably not a lot in this container
If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later (ha!)
Azealia Banks - L8R Lyrics
Azealia Banks - L8R Lyrics
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[Verse 1:]
Yo, you rocking with with the man crook
You can get your man took quicker than your hand shook
No frontin', it's about his paper
He a giver, I'm a taker and a fibber and a faker
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later
[Bridge:]
Yeah, you already know
I get the dough and it's never slow (and it's never slow)
Never know, and if you don't, it's whatever, yo
(Pay, pay, pay)
Gotta get it, gotta get, I gotta get it
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later
[Verse 2:]
Light skin world, light skin girls
Switching his vanilla cause he likes that swirl, yeah
He like black girls and he love a musician
And f*cking with this older nigga, he a f*cking magician, son
He tricking off, cause my verse perverse
And jerking off when a bitch rehearse him
When I lift the skirt, your nigga never gotta be coerced
Just squirt and he eats the dessert and that's some real shit
I mean real tits, nice ass, tight twat
Dome f*cking up a nigga home, call a bitch S.W.A.T
I get it tighter than a gridlock
Open your face and let a bitch squat
I tell him you should let his bitch watch
Cause she wanna piss, nah
I tell her she could lick this box
Cause I ain't really with that dick-swap
Even if you switch socks
Bitch is fishier than Chip Shop
And he was praying that her shit pop
Every time I say deeper, I get it warmer than a space heater
No ordinary taste either, this that candy
He was tryin' lick it off to see through my panties
I was tryin' kick it, but he was like can he-
Eat a little dinner, want to sit with my family
Nah, there's probably not a lot in this container
If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later (ha!)
Yo, you rocking with with the man crook
You can get your man took quicker than your hand shook
No frontin', it's about his paper
He a giver, I'm a taker and a fibber and a faker
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later
[Bridge:]
Yeah, you already know
I get the dough and it's never slow (and it's never slow)
Never know, and if you don't, it's whatever, yo
(Pay, pay, pay)
Gotta get it, gotta get, I gotta get it
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later
[Verse 2:]
Light skin world, light skin girls
Switching his vanilla cause he likes that swirl, yeah
He like black girls and he love a musician
And f*cking with this older nigga, he a f*cking magician, son
He tricking off, cause my verse perverse
And jerking off when a bitch rehearse him
When I lift the skirt, your nigga never gotta be coerced
Just squirt and he eats the dessert and that's some real shit
I mean real tits, nice ass, tight twat
Dome f*cking up a nigga home, call a bitch S.W.A.T
I get it tighter than a gridlock
Open your face and let a bitch squat
I tell him you should let his bitch watch
Cause she wanna piss, nah
I tell her she could lick this box
Cause I ain't really with that dick-swap
Even if you switch socks
Bitch is fishier than Chip Shop
And he was praying that her shit pop
Every time I say deeper, I get it warmer than a space heater
No ordinary taste either, this that candy
He was tryin' lick it off to see through my panties
I was tryin' kick it, but he was like can he-
Eat a little dinner, want to sit with my family
Nah, there's probably not a lot in this container
If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later (ha!)