IntroEmCGDVerse 1EmC
I want that pussy in a Wraith
G
I'ma make sure lil' mama feel it
DEm
Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it
CG
We make love, it be hot just like a skillet
DEm
I don't wanna buy her love, I wanna build it
CG
Build that bitch up from the ground, never want tear that bitch down
D
Yeah, you know that this dick ain't no clown
Em
You know this dick make you make sounds
C
I fuck that bitch good, I don't tease her
G
Nigga, that why she not leavin'
D
And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa
Em
And I do it for my people
CGD
Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you
Em
I'm lovin' every single curve about you
CG
Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world, 'bout you
DEm
Put on my suit, go get my boots, I'll go to jail 'bout you
C
You know who you with
G
Lil' baby stop playin', darlin', you know who you with
G
You know who you with
D
Man I'm so for real
Em
I copped you a coupe baby, I'ma chauffeur it
CG
Man I'm so for real these niggas be talkin', we bust it so for real
DEm
I'm so geeked up on your lovin' I don't need no mollies, so for real
C
Behind closed doors it gets drastic
G
Pussy wet, I done worked magic
D
Yeah, I am the truth so don't answer
Em
Yeah, I shoot our vids and they plastic
CGD
Yeah, I only call lil' mama baby when she say daddy
ChorusEmC
If that's your man, you better hold him down
GD
Murder she wrote
EmC
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
G
And she was popular way before me
DEmC
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
GD
I swear to God she wanna feel it
EmC
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah
Verse 2Em
Make me feel it, make me feel it
C
Make me feel it, make me feel it
G
Oh, I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
D
I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
Em
Baby, I'll give you head, give me ceilings
C
Come here bae, I'm appealin'
G
I'm locked down, all metal
D
Horseshoe, True Religion
Em
I'm dabbin', I'm dabbin'
C
I'll hop in your car, and I'll smash it, I'll smash it
G
I'm buyin' gold Rollies, yeah I'm Trinidad-in'
D
They look like they don't wanna fuck, but they actin'
Em
I'm pourin' up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis
CGD
And I think I'm tough, you look tough, so let's clash it
Em
War ready, I'm goin' steady
C
I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly
G
I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it
D
I want that cat like a leopard
Em
Let's go to Germany, no Shepherd
C
She don't need no hand, I'ma help her
G
She barely keep it so I kept her
D
Watch me tell her
ChorusEmC
If that's your man, you better hold him down
GD
Murder she wrote
EmC
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
G
And she was popular way before me
DEmC
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
GD
I swear to God she wanna feel it
EmC
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah
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