[WhoHeem:]
Yeah
Huh?
Baby
I like you
I don’t give a fuck ’bout your boyfriend
I like you, I don’t give a fuck ’bout your boyfriend
Come on, let’s link, can’t do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
Treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands
Come on, let’s link, can’t do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
Come on with Heem (Ah), come on with Heem (Ah)
Come on, let’s link (Ah), come on, let’s link (Ah)
[ppcocaine:]
Let’s-let’s link (Let’s link), is your pussy pink? (Pink)
Be my sneaky link (Uh), show you I’m a little freak (Yeah)
Baby, is you from the streets?
Gettin’ nasty in the sheets (In the streets)
And that pussy like a athlete, I’ll give you a treat, haha
Does she got a nigga or does she got a bitch? (Got a bitch)
I don’t give a fuck, see, I’m really with the shits (Eh-eh)
Crying ’bout her boyfriend while I’m lickin’ on her tits (Hmm)
You killin’ the mood, you over here cryin’ over dick (Hmm)
No, there’s not a bitch or a nigga to stop me (What?)
And if I’m feelin’ nice, I might take her to sight-see
But really I’m a dog, so lil’ baby don’t trust me
Just want you for the night, you are not my lil’ wifey
Lil’ baby was a bop, so she beggin’ me to stop (Uh, uh)
I make her pussy pop, yes, she want to be my top (Uh, uh)
I tell her, “Get on top,” ’cause her nigga is an opp (Uh, uh)
And if she squirt then get a mop (Uh)
If she scream, she got a wap
Do you wanna sit on this face? (Ah)
Or do you wanna pull on this lace? (Pull it)
We could take it slow or fast-pace (Ah)
Tell your nigga, “It was just a phase” (Just a phase)
‘Cause I like you (I really like you)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout your boyfriend (Fuck a boyfriend)
Yeah, I like you, shit (Yeah)
Your girlfriend can come too (Ah)
[WhoHeem:]
I like you, I don’t give a fuck ’bout your boyfriend
Come on, let’s link, can’t do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
I like you, I don’t give a fuck ’bout your boyfriend
Come on, let’s link, can’t do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
Treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands
Come on with Heem, can’t do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
Come on with Heem (Ah), come on with Heem
Come on, let’s link, what you tryna do?
Prada baby, she a flocker
Don’t let any nigga hit, so they call her a bopper
Can’t no bitch top her
She got a squabble like a nigga, yeah, she get it from her father
Sex in the City girls
Nails done, lemon braids, they’re so pretty, girl, ah
She don’t be in any world
Wrong shoe, wrong fit, no Cinderella, girl
Car basic
Bro big mad it’s not him that she chasin’
Two weeks, he couldn’t find a replacement
He done lost a good bitch, downgraded to a basic
Lane switch
Bitch is lucky, call her sour folk ’cause she change
‘Cause she don’t care
Sold her nigga, won’t offer it up, notched up
Turned off her pipe and then she bossed up
On any bitch head who got an issue
Mace a bitch up, tear your drawers, she might spit too
Messy, take your nigga if she want to
Give him pussy, got him stuck, he said I love you on the first day
You bitches couldn’t see her on her worst day
Fly bitch like first day of school on her birthday
Ooh, she nasty, F-R-E-A-K
Ride dick, bicyc’
Make a nigga bust in a M-I-N
Oh, that’s what I like, baby, ah
That’s what I like
I like you, I don’t give a fuck ’bout your boyfriend
Come on, let’s link, can’t do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
Treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands
Come on with Heem, can’t do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
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