She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
She said she don't got a man
But I know that lil' bitch is lying
All of that none of my business
I get in that pussy, I'm diving
I get it wet like tsunami
I get it dripping like faucet
I get in that pussy with all of my jewellery
I f*ck her while wearing my Jordan's
That bitch a 10 or maybe a 20
But still she ain't nothing to me
I might just f*ck her and leave
Bitch I'm not playing for keeps
Bitch I'm a savage, she ain't a wife
I make her get on her knees
I gave her the pipe, she told me she hungry
I gave her something to eat
Gotta make sure that she swallow my kids
Before I can tell her to leave
Pull up a contract of zero disclosure
She cannot talk in the streets
I'm getting harder to reach
I'm getting harder to reach
Switch up the number to all of my phones
I get a new one every week
I got my eyes on the goal
I can't be attached to a THOT
They didn't want us when we's at the bottom
But now we on top
Now they be calling
And they never stop
Thinking I'm slipping
But nigga I'm not, huh
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
Got too much give
Your wifey my kids
That's one on my list
The boy never miss
That's perfect release
PVC pipe, it go deep
Bury that kitty 6 feet
Then tell baby, Rest In Peace
Fees, freeze then repeat
Skeet skeet, clean the sheets
Way she work it, like Riri
Way I beat it, too breezy
Shawty saying that she freaky
Now I f*ck with how you speaking
Bitch I'm free this weekend
Gotta see it to believe it
Lately I'm lost, I don't understand
Why these niggas think they could beat me?
I ran up the cost, I'm sick as a dog
They say I make shit look too Eazy
Madiba just called for a meeting
My niggas is on every evening
Don't try to start nothing
I promise this summer
If you got a record, just keep it
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
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She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
She said she don't got a man
But I know that lil' bitch is lying
All of that none of my business
I get in that pussy, I'm diving
I get it wet like tsunami
I get it dripping like faucet
I get in that pussy with all of my jewellery
I f*ck her while wearing my Jordan's
That bitch a 10 or maybe a 20
But still she ain't nothing to me
I might just f*ck her and leave
Bitch I'm not playing for keeps
Bitch I'm a savage, she ain't a wife
I make her get on her knees
I gave her the pipe, she told me she hungry
I gave her something to eat
Gotta make sure that she swallow my kids
Before I can tell her to leave
Pull up a contract of zero disclosure
She cannot talk in the streets
I'm getting harder to reach
I'm getting harder to reach
Switch up the number to all of my phones
I get a new one every week
I got my eyes on the goal
I can't be attached to a THOT
They didn't want us when we's at the bottom
But now we on top
Now they be calling
And they never stop
Thinking I'm slipping
But nigga I'm not, huh
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
Got too much give
Your wifey my kids
That's one on my list
The boy never miss
That's perfect release
PVC pipe, it go deep
Bury that kitty 6 feet
Then tell baby, Rest In Peace
Fees, freeze then repeat
Skeet skeet, clean the sheets
Way she work it, like Riri
Way I beat it, too breezy
Shawty saying that she freaky
Now I f*ck with how you speaking
Bitch I'm free this weekend
Gotta see it to believe it
Lately I'm lost, I don't understand
Why these niggas think they could beat me?
I ran up the cost, I'm sick as a dog
They say I make shit look too Eazy
Madiba just called for a meeting
My niggas is on every evening
Don't try to start nothing
I promise this summer
If you got a record, just keep it
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
She said she don't got a man
But I know that lil' bitch is lying
All of that none of my business
I get in that pussy, I'm diving
I get it wet like tsunami
I get it dripping like faucet
I get in that pussy with all of my jewellery
I f*ck her while wearing my Jordan's
That bitch a 10 or maybe a 20
But still she ain't nothing to me
I might just f*ck her and leave
Bitch I'm not playing for keeps
Bitch I'm a savage, she ain't a wife
I make her get on her knees
I gave her the pipe, she told me she hungry
I gave her something to eat
Gotta make sure that she swallow my kids
Before I can tell her to leave
Pull up a contract of zero disclosure
She cannot talk in the streets
I'm getting harder to reach
I'm getting harder to reach
Switch up the number to all of my phones
I get a new one every week
I got my eyes on the goal
I can't be attached to a THOT
They didn't want us when we's at the bottom
But now we on top
Now they be calling
And they never stop
Thinking I'm slipping
But nigga I'm not, huh
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
Got too much give
Your wifey my kids
That's one on my list
The boy never miss
That's perfect release
PVC pipe, it go deep
Bury that kitty 6 feet
Then tell baby, Rest In Peace
Fees, freeze then repeat
Skeet skeet, clean the sheets
Way she work it, like Riri
Way I beat it, too breezy
Shawty saying that she freaky
Now I f*ck with how you speaking
Bitch I'm free this weekend
Gotta see it to believe it
Lately I'm lost, I don't understand
Why these niggas think they could beat me?
I ran up the cost, I'm sick as a dog
They say I make shit look too Eazy
Madiba just called for a meeting
My niggas is on every evening
Don't try to start nothing
I promise this summer
If you got a record, just keep it
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
She wanna hop in the coupe
She wanna come to the stu
She wanna hang with a star
She ain't got nothing to do
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
Her booty fat
She throw it back
She make it clap
Sit on my lap
Writer: Itumeleng Maponyane, Nkosana Sibanze
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid