CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Organic Pimping
[Dreebo]
Then drop the roof
f*ck with these bitches
They f*ck with me
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f*ck with these bitches
They f*ck
Hop in the coupe, then drop the roof
f*ck with these bitches, they f*ck with me too
And later, the Bay
We don't play ‘bout that bread
We don't play ‘bout that bread
f*ck what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin', bitch, open them legs
After I f*ck, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
[Dreebo]
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
[Larry June]
I be tryna get out the game, but these hoes be choosin'
Ten-thousand for the feet, bitch, you know how I do it
This fresh squeezed orange juice go clean with the Coogi
Even on my bad days, bitch, my life is a movie
Clean the rims on the coupe, go and eat with my jeweler
Took to the bitch for Italian, then called her a Uber
I can tell she ain't never met a nigga that's cool
My pinky ring got to dancin' when I reached in the cooler
I don't really f*ck with niggas, I be bikin' and shit
Knock a little model bitch and take her hikin' and shit
If she post a sexy picture, I might like it and shit
When it come to these bitches, man, I got too many
I ain't even tryna f*ck, but you can come through and chill
Yeah, you got a lil' ass, but baby, is that real?
Is it trickin' if I go and take you out for a meal?
A lil' sixty-five dollars ain't shit to a pimp
What's hannin'?
Hop in the coupe, then drop the roof
f*ck with these bitches, they f*ck with me too
And later, the Bay
We don't play ‘bout that bread
We don't play ‘bout that bread
f*ck what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin', bitch, open them legs
After I f*ck, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
[Dreebo]
After I f*ck, you can get out the bed
I don't know if you the feds – Angela Valdez
See, I understand that you got the power of p*ssy
And as a man, got to watch how I value the p*ssy
Doughboy hit TF- and said he got me a playa
Say no more, easy call, homie, send him my way
So, I laid the hook, then the homie sent it to June
Now, niggas got the fresh squeeze drip in the room
If a bitch is f*ckin' with me, she gon' know I'm the man
If a bitch is f*ckin' with you, she gon' say she your friend
All them bitches f*ckin' with you in a friend-zone
Catch a young nigga in a endzone
Celebratin', it's a celebration
Don't tell me that I'm blowin' up, this different
Bitch, I'm levitatin'
Bitch, I'm levitatin'
First thing I do
Hop in the coupe, drop the roof
Hop in the coupe, then drop the roof
f*ck with these bitches, they f*ck with me too
And later, the Bay
We don't play ‘bout that bread
We don't play ‘bout that bread
f*ck what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin', bitch, open them legs
After I f*ck, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
Saltreze
Then drop the roof
f*ck with these bitches
They f*ck with me
Saltreze
f*ck with these bitches
They f*ck
Hop in the coupe, then drop the roof
f*ck with these bitches, they f*ck with me too
And later, the Bay
We don't play ‘bout that bread
We don't play ‘bout that bread
f*ck what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin', bitch, open them legs
After I f*ck, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
[Dreebo]
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
[Larry June]
I be tryna get out the game, but these hoes be choosin'
Ten-thousand for the feet, bitch, you know how I do it
This fresh squeezed orange juice go clean with the Coogi
Even on my bad days, bitch, my life is a movie
Clean the rims on the coupe, go and eat with my jeweler
Took to the bitch for Italian, then called her a Uber
I can tell she ain't never met a nigga that's cool
My pinky ring got to dancin' when I reached in the cooler
I don't really f*ck with niggas, I be bikin' and shit
Knock a little model bitch and take her hikin' and shit
If she post a sexy picture, I might like it and shit
When it come to these bitches, man, I got too many
I ain't even tryna f*ck, but you can come through and chill
Yeah, you got a lil' ass, but baby, is that real?
Is it trickin' if I go and take you out for a meal?
A lil' sixty-five dollars ain't shit to a pimp
What's hannin'?
Hop in the coupe, then drop the roof
f*ck with these bitches, they f*ck with me too
And later, the Bay
We don't play ‘bout that bread
We don't play ‘bout that bread
f*ck what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin', bitch, open them legs
After I f*ck, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
[Dreebo]
After I f*ck, you can get out the bed
I don't know if you the feds – Angela Valdez
See, I understand that you got the power of p*ssy
And as a man, got to watch how I value the p*ssy
Doughboy hit TF- and said he got me a playa
Say no more, easy call, homie, send him my way
So, I laid the hook, then the homie sent it to June
Now, niggas got the fresh squeeze drip in the room
If a bitch is f*ckin' with me, she gon' know I'm the man
If a bitch is f*ckin' with you, she gon' say she your friend
All them bitches f*ckin' with you in a friend-zone
Catch a young nigga in a endzone
Celebratin', it's a celebration
Don't tell me that I'm blowin' up, this different
Bitch, I'm levitatin'
Bitch, I'm levitatin'
First thing I do
Hop in the coupe, drop the roof
Hop in the coupe, then drop the roof
f*ck with these bitches, they f*ck with me too
And later, the Bay
We don't play ‘bout that bread
We don't play ‘bout that bread
f*ck what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin', bitch, open them legs
After I f*ck, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
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