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WHO WANT IT? Video (MV)




Performed By: Victrell I Am
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Loviticus Miller




Victrell I Am - WHO WANT IT? Lyrics
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Pussy
(Viti, take me with you)
F*ck, boy, tune in
Some new shit, nigga
Look, look, look
Grah, two-tone, mini-me, I ain't sittin' alone
F*ckin' around and I'm gettin' it gone
Please don't complain while you're givin' me dome
It's sloppy, don't copy
Straight jackin', I love when they watch me
Hold tight, cause this ride's a bit rocky
And they still tryin' to mock me
And I'm smooth like butter
Back to the streets, cause I can't be a lover
Hoes sneaky, keepin' it covered
F*ckin' yo' mans, I need move to your brother
In the stu', so I'm sittin' alone
Hear it ring, so I'm checkin' my phone
Hate it when I get out of the zone
Boom, send him straight to the cone
I'm that nigga, she watchin
Tryin' to get on, cause I f*ck with exotic
All you hoes ain't poppin
I'ma blow up and I ain't talkin' rocket
Get in the room
F*ck up a tune
Me and my brothers, we screamin' on who?
Huh, what?
Me and my brothers, we screamin' out, boom
I'm that nigga, she watchin
Tryin' to get on, cause I f*ck with exotic
All you hoes ain't poppin
I'ma blow up and I ain't talkin' rocket
Get in the room
F*ck up a tune
Me and my brothers, we screamin' on who?
Huh, what?
Me and my brothers, we screamin' out, boom
Beat the pussy and tag and go flag
Tryin' to run in that gang on yo' ass
You can hide, but you still gone get tagged
F*ck the race, cause you comin' in last
Move water, my shotta
Whole 30, the opps tryna stop her
She a treesh, so you eatin' on lobster
You a snitch, cause you workin' with coppers
Grah, grah, grah, boom
And I'm just gon' keep movin
Shots, shots, shots, move
And they just gon' keep shootin
I don't give a f*ck who you is
No talkin' in ain't about biz
As a kid that was callin' me Wiz
New brim when I walk in the lids
F*ck at the party, I'ma get started
When I get in the mood
You said you big hearted
Know that you farted
When I pull out the broom
F*ckin', I'm goin' retarded
Wait till I'm charting
Better clear out the room
Finish whatever I started
I ain't departed
Yeah, the message is true
I'm that nigga, she watchin
Tryin' to get on, cause I f*ck with exotic
All you hoes ain't poppin
I'ma blow up and I ain't talkin' rocket
Get in the room
F*ck up a tune
Me and my brothers, we screamin' on who?
Huh, what?
Me and my brothers, we screamin' out, boom
I'm that nigga, she watchin
Tryin' to get on, cause I f*ck with exotic
All you hoes ain't poppin
I'ma blow up and I ain't talkin' rocket
Get in the room
F*ck up a tune
Me and my brothers, we screamin' on who?
Huh, what?
Me and my brothers, we screamin' out, boom
Screamin' on who?
Who want it?
Who want it?
Who want it?
(Grah, boom)
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Pussy
(Viti, take me with you)
F*ck, boy, tune in
Some new shit, nigga
Look, look, look
Grah, two-tone, mini-me, I ain't sittin' alone
F*ckin' around and I'm gettin' it gone
Please don't complain while you're givin' me dome
It's sloppy, don't copy
Straight jackin', I love when they watch me
Hold tight, cause this ride's a bit rocky
And they still tryin' to mock me
And I'm smooth like butter
Back to the streets, cause I can't be a lover
Hoes sneaky, keepin' it covered
F*ckin' yo' mans, I need move to your brother
In the stu', so I'm sittin' alone
Hear it ring, so I'm checkin' my phone
Hate it when I get out of the zone
Boom, send him straight to the cone
I'm that nigga, she watchin
Tryin' to get on, cause I f*ck with exotic
All you hoes ain't poppin
I'ma blow up and I ain't talkin' rocket
Get in the room
F*ck up a tune
Me and my brothers, we screamin' on who?
Huh, what?
Me and my brothers, we screamin' out, boom
I'm that nigga, she watchin
Tryin' to get on, cause I f*ck with exotic
All you hoes ain't poppin
I'ma blow up and I ain't talkin' rocket
Get in the room
F*ck up a tune
Me and my brothers, we screamin' on who?
Huh, what?
Me and my brothers, we screamin' out, boom
Beat the pussy and tag and go flag
Tryin' to run in that gang on yo' ass
You can hide, but you still gone get tagged
F*ck the race, cause you comin' in last
Move water, my shotta
Whole 30, the opps tryna stop her
She a treesh, so you eatin' on lobster
You a snitch, cause you workin' with coppers
Grah, grah, grah, boom
And I'm just gon' keep movin
Shots, shots, shots, move
And they just gon' keep shootin
I don't give a f*ck who you is
No talkin' in ain't about biz
As a kid that was callin' me Wiz
New brim when I walk in the lids
F*ck at the party, I'ma get started
When I get in the mood
You said you big hearted
Know that you farted
When I pull out the broom
F*ckin', I'm goin' retarded
Wait till I'm charting
Better clear out the room
Finish whatever I started
I ain't departed
Yeah, the message is true
I'm that nigga, she watchin
Tryin' to get on, cause I f*ck with exotic
All you hoes ain't poppin
I'ma blow up and I ain't talkin' rocket
Get in the room
F*ck up a tune
Me and my brothers, we screamin' on who?
Huh, what?
Me and my brothers, we screamin' out, boom
I'm that nigga, she watchin
Tryin' to get on, cause I f*ck with exotic
All you hoes ain't poppin
I'ma blow up and I ain't talkin' rocket
Get in the room
F*ck up a tune
Me and my brothers, we screamin' on who?
Huh, what?
Me and my brothers, we screamin' out, boom
Screamin' on who?
Who want it?
Who want it?
Who want it?
(Grah, boom)
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Writer: Loviticus Miller
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