CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : FDB

Haha, yeah (Ayy)
You n***as are vaginas

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ayy
Went and got a bag, then I f**ked your b*t*h, ayy
I bought that ho a bag, then I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy (f**ked that b*t*h)
Hit her from the back, then I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy (f**ked that, f**ked that b*t*h)
Took her to the crib, then I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy (f**ked that b*t*h, ayy)
Brung her in the house, then I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy (f**ked that b*t*h, ayy)
Bent her over the couch, then I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy
Put kids in her mouth, yeah, I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy
VVS them diamonds, screaming f**k my wrist, ayy

Rari coupe, wait, hold up, f**k that sh*t, ayy, huh
Big body Jag, hold up, f**k that sh*t, ayy
Aston Martin, whip it, hold up, f**k that sh*t, ayy
Private exclusive, screaming f**k that sh*t, ayy
No
f**k that sh*t, I'm gon' f**k that b*t*h
f**k that b*t*h, I'm gon' f**k that b*t*h, ayy
f**kin' on your b*t*h
She like all this d**k (d**k) in her mouth at night (Night)
Actavis I'm sippin, know I need some dirty Sprite (Some dirty Sprite)
Blooded out with Bs, b*t*h you know I'm real right
Yeah, you know that it could get real right (Real right)
Real right (Ayy), real right, real slime (Slime)
Snotty nose (Nose), hit a n***a, know he blind
Diamonds real (Ayy), real ice, big ice
Wrist nice (Ayy), crib nice, house big (Ayy)
f**ked yo' b*t*h (Ayy), I'm the sh*t, I'm wit' the sh*ts (Ayy)
Pullin' up wit' the stick
Semi rounds, shot 'em down, you's a clown (Ayy)
You's a clown (Ayy)
Girl, I'm aimin' with them goons (Goons)
Know I'm chillin' with some goons
f**kin' on yo' b*t*h and that b*t*h didn't leave no room (Room)
n***as choppin' shells, cocoons
All these tools you like to abuse (Abuse)

With Trippie Redd, f**k the feds
All the b*t*hes love the red, f**k the reds
All these n***as dead, I swear they really dead
I do this sh*t without no rest, I get no f**kin' rest
Ooh yeah, it's time to pipe up
I got the chance and I swear that I'm finna pipe up
I'm wit' yo' b*t*h and she love how I'm givin' pipe up
And yeah, she like us
Trippie Redd, double F shinin' in the night, son
I swear they ain't gon' like us
I swear they ain't gon' like us
Because we're the pipe ones, woah
Yeah, I put time in this, time is shinin' on my wrist
Had to get a grip, no more hittin' licks, yeah
Too much faith in this, ain't got no faith in them
And no more chasin' b*t*hes, no more waitin' list
I'll be damned if I'm waitin', b*t*h (Oh)
I'll be damned if she play a n***a (Oh)
Vans on but I am not a skater, n***a (Oh)

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ayy
Went and got a bag, then I f**ked your b*t*h, ayy
I bought that ho a bag, then I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy (f**ked that b*t*h)
Hit her from the back, then I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy (f**ked that, f**ked that b*t*h)
Took her to the crib, then I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy (f**ked that b*t*h, ayy)
Brung her in the house, then I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy (f**ked that b*t*h, ayy)
Bent her over the couch, then I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy
Put kids in her mouth, yeah, I f**ked that b*t*h, ayy
VVS them diamonds, screaming f**k my wrist, ayy