CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Skeet N Leave
F**k on a b*t*h, she fan, hit from the back, do damage (Woah, woah)
The head from out of this world, the pu**y on another planet (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I skeet and leave
F**k up her makeup and pull on her weave
Face down, a** up, she couldn't breath
My d**k in her mouth, now she can't speak
I don't get attached, facts
She getting sick, yeah, b*t*h need a vax
I'm landin' in Cabo, I'm back on the map
I tap in, she pull up whenever I'm back
My brodie stay strapped
He play the block, dominating like Shaq
I say the word, I think he might attack
He done caught a few bodiеs, could tell by the tats
Her timе on demon, look in her eyes
She tryna f**k on whoever supplying
You ain't 'bout to run it up, b*t*h, stop trying
You ain't got a hundred in the bank, stop lying
F**k on a b*t*h, she fan, hit from the back, do damage (Woah, woah)
The head from out of this world, the pu**y on another planet (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I skeet and leave
F**k up her makeup and pull on her weave
Face down, a** up, she couldn't breath
My d**k in her mouth, now she can't speak
F**k on that b*t*h from the back
Shoot up the block, now that n***a get splat
I rep the slatt
I'm in the back with a motherf**kin' strap
I put my town on the map
I know he pu**y, he turn to a cat (B*t*h)
Uh, return of the mack
I got your b*t*h on my app
Took this sh*t to the moon
Bad b*t*h tryna get loose
Tell my opp I ain't calling no truce
I'm in LA and I'm ridin' in the coupe
F**k on a b*t*h, she fan, hit from the back, do damage (Woah, woah)
The head from out of this world, the pu**y on another planet (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I skeet and leave
F**k up her makeup and pull on her weave
Face down, a** up, she couldn't breath
My d**k in her mouth, now she can't speak
Boy, you nasty, you—
What the f**k type of n***a is you?
N***a, what the f**k?
Yeah, yeah
Let's have sex
Let's have sex, uh
Let's have sex, yeah
Let's have sex, yeah
Let's have sex
Shorty like, "Let's have sex"
F**k her, then I f**k her friend next
I been ballin' like I'm cuttin' up the net
Got an actress, f**k her on set
She the best secret ever kept
Yeah, all my opps done vanished
Got a bad b*t*h speak Spanish
I'm high, I don't care about landing
F**k her from the back, she damaged
Yeah, yeah
Turn up your block for my dogs
If it's beef, then we all get involved
I rep YSL, yeah, that's the squad
Shorty treat me like my name was God
She tryna keep up like I'm a Kardashian
She wanna geek up, pop one, then I'm mashin' it
If I f**k on your b*t*h, then it wasn't on accident
She give me head in the sky when I'm travelling
Mile high club
F**k one time, ho, don't fall in love
Beat on her box and I put on the gloves
Catch me with 12, I'm right out the club
Got primetime real estate
Yeah, rose gold Cartier
She off Percocets and Chardonnay
And her a** get to movin' like pardon me
I was just hungry, b*t*h, this is not a date
And my brother push pounds like he lifting weights
And I came a long way up from Section 8
I mean, look at the chain, they gotta hate
The head from out of this world, the pu**y on another planet (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I skeet and leave
F**k up her makeup and pull on her weave
Face down, a** up, she couldn't breath
My d**k in her mouth, now she can't speak
I don't get attached, facts
She getting sick, yeah, b*t*h need a vax
I'm landin' in Cabo, I'm back on the map
I tap in, she pull up whenever I'm back
My brodie stay strapped
He play the block, dominating like Shaq
I say the word, I think he might attack
He done caught a few bodiеs, could tell by the tats
Her timе on demon, look in her eyes
She tryna f**k on whoever supplying
You ain't 'bout to run it up, b*t*h, stop trying
You ain't got a hundred in the bank, stop lying
F**k on a b*t*h, she fan, hit from the back, do damage (Woah, woah)
The head from out of this world, the pu**y on another planet (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I skeet and leave
F**k up her makeup and pull on her weave
Face down, a** up, she couldn't breath
My d**k in her mouth, now she can't speak
F**k on that b*t*h from the back
Shoot up the block, now that n***a get splat
I rep the slatt
I'm in the back with a motherf**kin' strap
I put my town on the map
I know he pu**y, he turn to a cat (B*t*h)
Uh, return of the mack
I got your b*t*h on my app
Took this sh*t to the moon
Bad b*t*h tryna get loose
Tell my opp I ain't calling no truce
I'm in LA and I'm ridin' in the coupe
F**k on a b*t*h, she fan, hit from the back, do damage (Woah, woah)
The head from out of this world, the pu**y on another planet (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I skeet and leave
F**k up her makeup and pull on her weave
Face down, a** up, she couldn't breath
My d**k in her mouth, now she can't speak
Boy, you nasty, you—
What the f**k type of n***a is you?
N***a, what the f**k?
Yeah, yeah
Let's have sex
Let's have sex, uh
Let's have sex, yeah
Let's have sex, yeah
Let's have sex
Shorty like, "Let's have sex"
F**k her, then I f**k her friend next
I been ballin' like I'm cuttin' up the net
Got an actress, f**k her on set
She the best secret ever kept
Yeah, all my opps done vanished
Got a bad b*t*h speak Spanish
I'm high, I don't care about landing
F**k her from the back, she damaged
Yeah, yeah
Turn up your block for my dogs
If it's beef, then we all get involved
I rep YSL, yeah, that's the squad
Shorty treat me like my name was God
She tryna keep up like I'm a Kardashian
She wanna geek up, pop one, then I'm mashin' it
If I f**k on your b*t*h, then it wasn't on accident
She give me head in the sky when I'm travelling
Mile high club
F**k one time, ho, don't fall in love
Beat on her box and I put on the gloves
Catch me with 12, I'm right out the club
Got primetime real estate
Yeah, rose gold Cartier
She off Percocets and Chardonnay
And her a** get to movin' like pardon me
I was just hungry, b*t*h, this is not a date
And my brother push pounds like he lifting weights
And I came a long way up from Section 8
I mean, look at the chain, they gotta hate
