What you doin' bitch
Come and give a kiss
Smack your teeth, tss
Why you sneak diss
Hit it from the back
Hit him with a mac
Gun him cause I'm black
Put him in a f*ckin pack
What you doin' girl
She buggin' like she pearl
Have her on the ground
Watch her twitch to a curl
She think it's too much
Took her out to lunch
Smoke weed, got the munchies
They know my blunts just punch
Say it, what's the word
I'ma spin and twirl
Copycat my highest flow cause I'm a mockingbird
What you doin, what's your Lo
Shoot my shot and I score
Makin' music on the stove
Sneaky Fox, Pirate Cove
Oh, and this bitch don't know how to give top
Started makin' music and the hoes love them pop
See exotics in telli and you know I had to cop
Cleaning up my messes from the scene like a mop
What you doin' girl
Let's shoot a movie girl
We at the telly girl
I touch your belly girl
They love my money twirl
She love my Bentley Spur
Make my toes curl
Let's spin the f*ckin' world
What you doin' bitch
Come and give a kiss
Smack your teeth, tss
Why you sneak diss
Hit it from the back
Hit him with a mac
Gun him cause I'm black
Put him in a f*ckin pack
She don't know where to go
Caught her outside the store
Lookin' for some play
So whole time you A hoe Don't know where to go
Guess you better go
She lookin' for a star
Bitch you better go, go
Fetch
I did that dance with my tech
Wearin' a suit like I'm Lex
Like I break a smile and flex
Cheese
Damn
Sayin' she wanna have sex
She wanna suck on my neck
Man that girl head is the best
Spinnin' round the block lookin' for a opp
Say he at the spot
Murder on the clock
Man he talk a lot
So I gotta drop
Push his muffin top
Bloody get the mop
Every time I spit
I get hella rich
Talkin hella shit
Gotta f*ckin' niche
You can have the girl
That is not my bitch
She gon' throw a fit
I don't give a shit
Got two twins and they kissin
My fault nigga, start a reminiscin
Aim for the gang, baby get a digit
Bringin' my tools, she gon' call me Widget
Think imma fall for stupid intuition?
Bitch, you can keep f*ckin' with wishin
Hit her my line, and she steady missin
Man can't f*ck a bitch and never listen
Eternalee - WYD (feat. Kashi?) Lyrics
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What you doin' bitch
Come and give a kiss
Smack your teeth, tss
Why you sneak diss
Hit it from the back
Hit him with a mac
Gun him cause I'm black
Put him in a f*ckin pack
What you doin' girl
She buggin' like she pearl
Have her on the ground
Watch her twitch to a curl
She think it's too much
Took her out to lunch
Smoke weed, got the munchies
They know my blunts just punch
Say it, what's the word
I'ma spin and twirl
Copycat my highest flow cause I'm a mockingbird
What you doin, what's your Lo
Shoot my shot and I score
Makin' music on the stove
Sneaky Fox, Pirate Cove
Oh, and this bitch don't know how to give top
Started makin' music and the hoes love them pop
See exotics in telli and you know I had to cop
Cleaning up my messes from the scene like a mop
What you doin' girl
Let's shoot a movie girl
We at the telly girl
I touch your belly girl
They love my money twirl
She love my Bentley Spur
Make my toes curl
Let's spin the f*ckin' world
What you doin' bitch
Come and give a kiss
Smack your teeth, tss
Why you sneak diss
Hit it from the back
Hit him with a mac
Gun him cause I'm black
Put him in a f*ckin pack
She don't know where to go
Caught her outside the store
Lookin' for some play
So whole time you A hoe Don't know where to go
Guess you better go
She lookin' for a star
Bitch you better go, go
Fetch
I did that dance with my tech
Wearin' a suit like I'm Lex
Like I break a smile and flex
Cheese
Damn
Sayin' she wanna have sex
She wanna suck on my neck
Man that girl head is the best
Spinnin' round the block lookin' for a opp
Say he at the spot
Murder on the clock
Man he talk a lot
So I gotta drop
Push his muffin top
Bloody get the mop
Every time I spit
I get hella rich
Talkin hella shit
Gotta f*ckin' niche
You can have the girl
That is not my bitch
She gon' throw a fit
I don't give a shit
Got two twins and they kissin
My fault nigga, start a reminiscin
Aim for the gang, baby get a digit
Bringin' my tools, she gon' call me Widget
Think imma fall for stupid intuition?
Bitch, you can keep f*ckin' with wishin
Hit her my line, and she steady missin
Man can't f*ck a bitch and never listen
Come and give a kiss
Smack your teeth, tss
Why you sneak diss
Hit it from the back
Hit him with a mac
Gun him cause I'm black
Put him in a f*ckin pack
What you doin' girl
She buggin' like she pearl
Have her on the ground
Watch her twitch to a curl
She think it's too much
Took her out to lunch
Smoke weed, got the munchies
They know my blunts just punch
Say it, what's the word
I'ma spin and twirl
Copycat my highest flow cause I'm a mockingbird
What you doin, what's your Lo
Shoot my shot and I score
Makin' music on the stove
Sneaky Fox, Pirate Cove
Oh, and this bitch don't know how to give top
Started makin' music and the hoes love them pop
See exotics in telli and you know I had to cop
Cleaning up my messes from the scene like a mop
What you doin' girl
Let's shoot a movie girl
We at the telly girl
I touch your belly girl
They love my money twirl
She love my Bentley Spur
Make my toes curl
Let's spin the f*ckin' world
What you doin' bitch
Come and give a kiss
Smack your teeth, tss
Why you sneak diss
Hit it from the back
Hit him with a mac
Gun him cause I'm black
Put him in a f*ckin pack
She don't know where to go
Caught her outside the store
Lookin' for some play
So whole time you A hoe Don't know where to go
Guess you better go
She lookin' for a star
Bitch you better go, go
Fetch
I did that dance with my tech
Wearin' a suit like I'm Lex
Like I break a smile and flex
Cheese
Damn
Sayin' she wanna have sex
She wanna suck on my neck
Man that girl head is the best
Spinnin' round the block lookin' for a opp
Say he at the spot
Murder on the clock
Man he talk a lot
So I gotta drop
Push his muffin top
Bloody get the mop
Every time I spit
I get hella rich
Talkin hella shit
Gotta f*ckin' niche
You can have the girl
That is not my bitch
She gon' throw a fit
I don't give a shit
Got two twins and they kissin
My fault nigga, start a reminiscin
Aim for the gang, baby get a digit
Bringin' my tools, she gon' call me Widget
Think imma fall for stupid intuition?
Bitch, you can keep f*ckin' with wishin
Hit her my line, and she steady missin
Man can't f*ck a bitch and never listen
Writer: Alvin Spence, Jaleel Perkins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid