You know that hoe f*ckin' ugly if I'm passin' her up to go hang wit my dogs
I copped a brand new crib, I got a lotta money and a 10-car garage
I got a two-story bed to get two of them bitches at the same time, uh
My arm f*ckin' sore from all these rocks on my wrist, I'mma need a massage
Always wanna bring a bitch home when I'm f*ckin' around and get lost in the sauce
Tell her to get in my bed, I'mma knock her out the park like Barry Bonds
Tell the hoes to watch out for me, 'cause I'm doin' everything they f*ckin' want
I make these bitches run it back with their lips 'cause I'm their boss
I make these bitches get on their knees for me like I'm their God
I'm like Michael Vick, an Eagle, a Falcon, and you're my dog
She wanna bounce on my dick like she is a toad or frog
I turned her, quick, down, made that bitch a f*ckin' fraud
I done forgot about her, pulled that bitch in my garage
I done told you"It won't matter if you just suck my cock"
This bitch done passed with flying colors, she's the best of all
This bitch don't have a way home, but I told her to expect a call
I can't believe this bitch thought she had a real chance with me, like oh my God
Bro walked into the bar with one bitch and she turned to my broad
Like, man, how do you let that happen when I already got two damn broads?
I f*cked yo' bitch, now, this ain't bullshit, no façade
I turn these ugly hoes down, but the pretty ones, too, really make 'em self-conscious
I like my wrist super cold, yeah I really be on top of that Baskin-Robbins
I catch a hoe or two, you know what I do, I ain't talkin' no Rawlings
And I score a hoe or two, you know how I do, I ain't talkin' no Spalding
You know that hoe f*ckin' ugly if I'm passin' her up to go hang wit my dogs
I copped a brand new crib, I got a lotta money and a 10-car garage
I got a two-story bed to get two of them bitches at the same time, uh
My arm f*ckin' sore from all these rocks on my wrist, I'mma need a massage
Always wanna bring a bitch home when I'm f*ckin' around and get lost in the sauce
Tell her to get in my bed, I'mma knock her out the park like Barry Bonds
Tell the hoes to watch out for me, 'cause I'm doin' everything they f*ckin' want
I make these bitches run it back with their lips 'cause I'm their boss
I made her best friends with the Lord (Jesus, please), after she felt on my sword (I get in)
I cannot hit it no more (ain't no more), she is no longer a whore (she ain't a whore)
I cannot feel anymore (shit went brr), I can just fill up my cup (I'm on fye)
I put a cup in my cup, cup in a cup, and then I fill ya hoe up, open her up
Get in her guts, watch out for Tib 'cause I'm f*ckin' shit up, messin' her up when I heard that she gush
I vote for alc, she the best of the best, I'm f*ckin' that bitch, she ain't no friend of mine
When I'm with her, I be breakin' her spine, take off her clothes, I ain't wastin' no time
Drunk as f*ck off the red wine or white wine, we set the vibe
She want me to keep my clothes on 'cause she said my fit fye, I'm ready to cry
She think she the highest in the room, but she ain't Travis Scott, I'm ready to fly
I'm countin' the green in my sleep, I ain't never countin' sheep, woah, huh huh
All of my opps are dead, I shot 'em through the peep hole, huh, bang bang
All of my opps, they died from my fye, I got a bitch and she right by my side
This ain't my old one, she kill all the vibes, kissin' the fives like I'm paralyzed
They ready to die, I drop 'em like flies, I splooge in her eyes and give her a cream pie
She super fine, so it's never a tie, she ready to ride like a Bronco, let's ride
You know that hoe f*ckin' ugly if I'm passin' her up to go hang wit my dogs
I copped a brand new crib, I got a lotta money and a 10-car garage
I got a two-story bed to get two of them bitches at the same time, uh
My arm f*ckin' sore from all these rocks on my wrist, I'mma need a massage
Always wanna bring a bitch home when I'm f*ckin' around and get lost in the sauce
Tell her to get in my bed, I'mma knock her out the park like Barry Bonds
Tell the hoes to watch out for me, 'cause I'm doin' everything they f*ckin' want
I make these bitches run it back with their lips 'cause I'm their boss
Tibik - Everything They Want Lyrics
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You know that hoe f*ckin' ugly if I'm passin' her up to go hang wit my dogs
I copped a brand new crib, I got a lotta money and a 10-car garage
I got a two-story bed to get two of them bitches at the same time, uh
My arm f*ckin' sore from all these rocks on my wrist, I'mma need a massage
Always wanna bring a bitch home when I'm f*ckin' around and get lost in the sauce
Tell her to get in my bed, I'mma knock her out the park like Barry Bonds
Tell the hoes to watch out for me, 'cause I'm doin' everything they f*ckin' want
I make these bitches run it back with their lips 'cause I'm their boss
I make these bitches get on their knees for me like I'm their God
I'm like Michael Vick, an Eagle, a Falcon, and you're my dog
She wanna bounce on my dick like she is a toad or frog
I turned her, quick, down, made that bitch a f*ckin' fraud
I done forgot about her, pulled that bitch in my garage
I done told you"It won't matter if you just suck my cock"
This bitch done passed with flying colors, she's the best of all
This bitch don't have a way home, but I told her to expect a call
I can't believe this bitch thought she had a real chance with me, like oh my God
Bro walked into the bar with one bitch and she turned to my broad
Like, man, how do you let that happen when I already got two damn broads?
I f*cked yo' bitch, now, this ain't bullshit, no façade
I turn these ugly hoes down, but the pretty ones, too, really make 'em self-conscious
I like my wrist super cold, yeah I really be on top of that Baskin-Robbins
I catch a hoe or two, you know what I do, I ain't talkin' no Rawlings
And I score a hoe or two, you know how I do, I ain't talkin' no Spalding
You know that hoe f*ckin' ugly if I'm passin' her up to go hang wit my dogs
I copped a brand new crib, I got a lotta money and a 10-car garage
I got a two-story bed to get two of them bitches at the same time, uh
My arm f*ckin' sore from all these rocks on my wrist, I'mma need a massage
Always wanna bring a bitch home when I'm f*ckin' around and get lost in the sauce
Tell her to get in my bed, I'mma knock her out the park like Barry Bonds
Tell the hoes to watch out for me, 'cause I'm doin' everything they f*ckin' want
I make these bitches run it back with their lips 'cause I'm their boss
I made her best friends with the Lord (Jesus, please), after she felt on my sword (I get in)
I cannot hit it no more (ain't no more), she is no longer a whore (she ain't a whore)
I cannot feel anymore (shit went brr), I can just fill up my cup (I'm on fye)
I put a cup in my cup, cup in a cup, and then I fill ya hoe up, open her up
Get in her guts, watch out for Tib 'cause I'm f*ckin' shit up, messin' her up when I heard that she gush
I vote for alc, she the best of the best, I'm f*ckin' that bitch, she ain't no friend of mine
When I'm with her, I be breakin' her spine, take off her clothes, I ain't wastin' no time
Drunk as f*ck off the red wine or white wine, we set the vibe
She want me to keep my clothes on 'cause she said my fit fye, I'm ready to cry
She think she the highest in the room, but she ain't Travis Scott, I'm ready to fly
I'm countin' the green in my sleep, I ain't never countin' sheep, woah, huh huh
All of my opps are dead, I shot 'em through the peep hole, huh, bang bang
All of my opps, they died from my fye, I got a bitch and she right by my side
This ain't my old one, she kill all the vibes, kissin' the fives like I'm paralyzed
They ready to die, I drop 'em like flies, I splooge in her eyes and give her a cream pie
She super fine, so it's never a tie, she ready to ride like a Bronco, let's ride
You know that hoe f*ckin' ugly if I'm passin' her up to go hang wit my dogs
I copped a brand new crib, I got a lotta money and a 10-car garage
I got a two-story bed to get two of them bitches at the same time, uh
My arm f*ckin' sore from all these rocks on my wrist, I'mma need a massage
Always wanna bring a bitch home when I'm f*ckin' around and get lost in the sauce
Tell her to get in my bed, I'mma knock her out the park like Barry Bonds
Tell the hoes to watch out for me, 'cause I'm doin' everything they f*ckin' want
I make these bitches run it back with their lips 'cause I'm their boss
I copped a brand new crib, I got a lotta money and a 10-car garage
I got a two-story bed to get two of them bitches at the same time, uh
My arm f*ckin' sore from all these rocks on my wrist, I'mma need a massage
Always wanna bring a bitch home when I'm f*ckin' around and get lost in the sauce
Tell her to get in my bed, I'mma knock her out the park like Barry Bonds
Tell the hoes to watch out for me, 'cause I'm doin' everything they f*ckin' want
I make these bitches run it back with their lips 'cause I'm their boss
I make these bitches get on their knees for me like I'm their God
I'm like Michael Vick, an Eagle, a Falcon, and you're my dog
She wanna bounce on my dick like she is a toad or frog
I turned her, quick, down, made that bitch a f*ckin' fraud
I done forgot about her, pulled that bitch in my garage
I done told you"It won't matter if you just suck my cock"
This bitch done passed with flying colors, she's the best of all
This bitch don't have a way home, but I told her to expect a call
I can't believe this bitch thought she had a real chance with me, like oh my God
Bro walked into the bar with one bitch and she turned to my broad
Like, man, how do you let that happen when I already got two damn broads?
I f*cked yo' bitch, now, this ain't bullshit, no façade
I turn these ugly hoes down, but the pretty ones, too, really make 'em self-conscious
I like my wrist super cold, yeah I really be on top of that Baskin-Robbins
I catch a hoe or two, you know what I do, I ain't talkin' no Rawlings
And I score a hoe or two, you know how I do, I ain't talkin' no Spalding
You know that hoe f*ckin' ugly if I'm passin' her up to go hang wit my dogs
I copped a brand new crib, I got a lotta money and a 10-car garage
I got a two-story bed to get two of them bitches at the same time, uh
My arm f*ckin' sore from all these rocks on my wrist, I'mma need a massage
Always wanna bring a bitch home when I'm f*ckin' around and get lost in the sauce
Tell her to get in my bed, I'mma knock her out the park like Barry Bonds
Tell the hoes to watch out for me, 'cause I'm doin' everything they f*ckin' want
I make these bitches run it back with their lips 'cause I'm their boss
I made her best friends with the Lord (Jesus, please), after she felt on my sword (I get in)
I cannot hit it no more (ain't no more), she is no longer a whore (she ain't a whore)
I cannot feel anymore (shit went brr), I can just fill up my cup (I'm on fye)
I put a cup in my cup, cup in a cup, and then I fill ya hoe up, open her up
Get in her guts, watch out for Tib 'cause I'm f*ckin' shit up, messin' her up when I heard that she gush
I vote for alc, she the best of the best, I'm f*ckin' that bitch, she ain't no friend of mine
When I'm with her, I be breakin' her spine, take off her clothes, I ain't wastin' no time
Drunk as f*ck off the red wine or white wine, we set the vibe
She want me to keep my clothes on 'cause she said my fit fye, I'm ready to cry
She think she the highest in the room, but she ain't Travis Scott, I'm ready to fly
I'm countin' the green in my sleep, I ain't never countin' sheep, woah, huh huh
All of my opps are dead, I shot 'em through the peep hole, huh, bang bang
All of my opps, they died from my fye, I got a bitch and she right by my side
This ain't my old one, she kill all the vibes, kissin' the fives like I'm paralyzed
They ready to die, I drop 'em like flies, I splooge in her eyes and give her a cream pie
She super fine, so it's never a tie, she ready to ride like a Bronco, let's ride
You know that hoe f*ckin' ugly if I'm passin' her up to go hang wit my dogs
I copped a brand new crib, I got a lotta money and a 10-car garage
I got a two-story bed to get two of them bitches at the same time, uh
My arm f*ckin' sore from all these rocks on my wrist, I'mma need a massage
Always wanna bring a bitch home when I'm f*ckin' around and get lost in the sauce
Tell her to get in my bed, I'mma knock her out the park like Barry Bonds
Tell the hoes to watch out for me, 'cause I'm doin' everything they f*ckin' want
I make these bitches run it back with their lips 'cause I'm their boss
Writer: Tyler Baker
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