Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, yeah
And I know I've been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got drip on the floor and it's gettin' nasty
He ain't keeping his hands up off my ass cheeks
I got something to give him and if he asks me
I'm not filling up, baby, I let him gas me
Ima say it again
I Let 'em gas me
Let 'em fill up
Then leave they ass in the back seat
Issa lot of capping ass bitches if you ask me
No face, no case
They can never say they catch me
Uh, i'm really bout it, you see?
I got my arm cocked back, 'batta 'batta I swing
Got you pressed, Got you blue
Ooouuu, that's mood for the swing
But you'z a kiddy ass hoe, bitch
Go hit them swings
Look
You ain't topping me
Cocky, you never blocking me
Stalking, but never following
Mocking, and always copying
So, keep talking
I'm Birkin' yo fucking Stockins'
Got stockings, no Santa Clausin'
I'm flyer than Marry Poppins and
Thought you was fucking with me?
Got Chris, Pauly and Dee wish they fucking on me
Bet you wish you knew me
Wishy Washy she seem
She ain't never gon' say shit, but I know she seeing
Look
I'm going wild
Bitch, shut up
Talking to loud
You bait, and i'm on the prowl
Debating but know you proud and
I'm running miles
These bitches burnt out and lousy
Beating you, Ronda Rousey
Classy, you still the clown, see?
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, yeah
And I know I've been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got drip on the floor and it's gettin' nasty
He ain't keeping his hands up off my ass cheeks
I got something to give him and if he asks me
I'm not filling up, baby, I let him gas me
JAAÈ