CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : XXL Freshmen 2021 Cypher - Part 3
Wake up in the mornin', count that money, that's a good start
B*t*hes swim like fish when I come through like a big shark
Pretty little face but this body like a p*** star
Shiesty little b*t*h, yeah, you know I'm going too far
Uh, and I be reading all my books, I'm a scholar (Ayy)
Demon time, make me scream up in the shower (Yeah)
Pu**y fresh, he said I got that rose water
Water, ayy, uh
Doin' it different, he spit when he lick it
I pull out my phone when it go down
Handle his business, we switchin' positions
I pull out and kiss it right on time
I don't wanna sleep, we don't f**k undеr covers
Been talkin' like lovers, wе both lyin'
My side n***a blow up my phone
But I told him to chill, y'all both mine
The 'Rari, the Lamb', they both mine
The AP, the Rollie, they both mine
The d**k and them bands, they both mine
Wanna f**k with that b*t*h, it's a long line, Rubi
Trey Day died on the way to me, just no way that sh*t was true
Doin' this sh*t for him and Tee while I be stylin' in the booth
In my mode, I don't even blink, keep my eye open when I shoot
Really don't gotta say sh*t, n***as get locked and tell the truth
Take care, all my members locked, don't nobody else come through
.40 stick under my Glock, Gen5, everythin' new, blrrrd
Been nothin' but trouble since a child now I'm makin' my momma proud
I can't beef with n***as rollin' mid, I'm booked for Rolling Loud
Earn the MG from the Benz, walk down on you with the trey pound
I can show you how to rob, make sure everybody get down
If somebody try to reach, make sure everybody get fired
Almost lost my life like ninety times, three of 'em, I really died
Got so much faith in this Glizzy, only b*t*h I ain't never lied
Act like get rich ain't no blessin', I be still tryna go slide, blrrrd
Put that pu**y on his face, ayy
Put that pu**y on his face, yeah
Put that pu**y on his face, put that pu**y on his face
Put that pu**y on his face, no face, no case
Ridin' 'round in 'Bama, got these n***as in rotation
I ain't gotta rap, you know pu**y rule the nation
I'm the type to make my sugar daddy take his teeth out
I'm in Happy Hills, got my n***as with the Bs out, huh
I'm the sh*t, I hop in the Lamb' and I go
I would've told you that I been that b*t*h, but I know that you already know
He finna treat me right 'cause I'm a lady, but I got him f**kin' me like I'm a ho
It ain't nobody who do it like Milli, it ain't nobody who hotter than Flo
It ain't no question with me 'cause you know I'ma ride and shoot who be tellin' the lies
She stayin' small but I'm givin' you somethin' to see, so b*t*h, don't come outside
She like "Send the addy, L-O-L, what the f**k you try?"
Stupid b*t*h, get up off my d**k on my IG Live
Yeah, double back, double back
Only motto we still follow, dawg, you f**k a rat
You wifin' her, I'm f**kin' that Neesha
Bae, I don't know a Keesha
I think she f**ked a reaper
How you doin'? Nice to meet you
I was just finna dip
Run it through a couple 90s like I'm fresh off the hip
Everybody still be hearin' me, I would f**k with the Crips
Everything on me loyal forever own it for Nip, ain't that a PJ?
R.I.P. to CJ, might throw that hard for BH
I'm still duckin' the D.A., free the boys
B*t*hes swim like fish when I come through like a big shark
Pretty little face but this body like a p*** star
Shiesty little b*t*h, yeah, you know I'm going too far
Uh, and I be reading all my books, I'm a scholar (Ayy)
Demon time, make me scream up in the shower (Yeah)
Pu**y fresh, he said I got that rose water
Water, ayy, uh
Doin' it different, he spit when he lick it
I pull out my phone when it go down
Handle his business, we switchin' positions
I pull out and kiss it right on time
I don't wanna sleep, we don't f**k undеr covers
Been talkin' like lovers, wе both lyin'
My side n***a blow up my phone
But I told him to chill, y'all both mine
The 'Rari, the Lamb', they both mine
The AP, the Rollie, they both mine
The d**k and them bands, they both mine
Wanna f**k with that b*t*h, it's a long line, Rubi
Trey Day died on the way to me, just no way that sh*t was true
Doin' this sh*t for him and Tee while I be stylin' in the booth
In my mode, I don't even blink, keep my eye open when I shoot
Really don't gotta say sh*t, n***as get locked and tell the truth
Take care, all my members locked, don't nobody else come through
.40 stick under my Glock, Gen5, everythin' new, blrrrd
Been nothin' but trouble since a child now I'm makin' my momma proud
I can't beef with n***as rollin' mid, I'm booked for Rolling Loud
Earn the MG from the Benz, walk down on you with the trey pound
I can show you how to rob, make sure everybody get down
If somebody try to reach, make sure everybody get fired
Almost lost my life like ninety times, three of 'em, I really died
Got so much faith in this Glizzy, only b*t*h I ain't never lied
Act like get rich ain't no blessin', I be still tryna go slide, blrrrd
Put that pu**y on his face, ayy
Put that pu**y on his face, yeah
Put that pu**y on his face, put that pu**y on his face
Put that pu**y on his face, no face, no case
Ridin' 'round in 'Bama, got these n***as in rotation
I ain't gotta rap, you know pu**y rule the nation
I'm the type to make my sugar daddy take his teeth out
I'm in Happy Hills, got my n***as with the Bs out, huh
I'm the sh*t, I hop in the Lamb' and I go
I would've told you that I been that b*t*h, but I know that you already know
He finna treat me right 'cause I'm a lady, but I got him f**kin' me like I'm a ho
It ain't nobody who do it like Milli, it ain't nobody who hotter than Flo
It ain't no question with me 'cause you know I'ma ride and shoot who be tellin' the lies
She stayin' small but I'm givin' you somethin' to see, so b*t*h, don't come outside
She like "Send the addy, L-O-L, what the f**k you try?"
Stupid b*t*h, get up off my d**k on my IG Live
Yeah, double back, double back
Only motto we still follow, dawg, you f**k a rat
You wifin' her, I'm f**kin' that Neesha
Bae, I don't know a Keesha
I think she f**ked a reaper
How you doin'? Nice to meet you
I was just finna dip
Run it through a couple 90s like I'm fresh off the hip
Everybody still be hearin' me, I would f**k with the Crips
Everything on me loyal forever own it for Nip, ain't that a PJ?
R.I.P. to CJ, might throw that hard for BH
I'm still duckin' the D.A., free the boys
