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Lil
Uh

1]
I pop out in all new
like Dolce Gabbana
Rollin' up
Ya had me "Como te llamas?"
Ya bitch, she ain't a fronter (ooh)
Know I could if I wanna
I just tell her I love her
I might just her and dub her
bitch I hit with a rubber (ooh)
I bust on her covers
Had too respect for her mother
wanna lay hands on her brother
Flexing she all on my (ooh)
I be chasing these pesos
Told her I tryna fuck now
She said, "I'll give you head though"
So we to go get a bottle (ooh)
She said Moscato
Chillin', I'm all at her wit' it
I a nut and she swallowed

Put TYB on my
Keep it real, boy, don't
I fucked bitch, I ain't hesitate
Put TYB on my
She was a average bitch
I left her moved on to better things
She was an average anyway
I left her then on to better things

2]
Wassup, is you get high today?
'Cause need wings when I fly away
I gassed her she thought she ride my face
She me when, I said "Yo no se"
money be comin' in every way
I on my grind every-everyday
That be wetter than 7 lakes
I beat it, she how I treat it (yeah)
I know I'm the shit I'm (yeah)
I got her she need it (now)
If I was a book she would it it
Say if I was a book she read it
I'm tryna come up with my mans
Ain't got no for no damn hoe
I her then leave her like Rambo
I bitches like the piano
This keep comin', got handfuls
And niggas be hatin' they fans
I bug out on all
It might be my time, but I go
So plenty of bitches got ran
I'm just that nigga, it's
I love all the and attention
why I'ma cop me a mansion
This hustle don't with a pension
I'm working on shit I ain't
I'm working on shit I mentioned
We working on shit I ain't

Put TYB on my
it real, boy, don't interrogate
I fucked your bitch, I ain't
Put TYB on my
She was a average anyway
I left her moved on to better things
She was an average bitch
I left her then moved on to better

3]

Up my niggas, don't come in
Yeah, that's your bitch, but she with me
She like my 'fro so she fuck with my
She like the print she see in my jeans
She said, "I'm different," I'm like, "What you mean?"
Shorty calling, I'm letting it ring
All she gon' say is, "I'm my thing"
Got us all some while I'm chasing my
Started off hungry like Jack and the
me to say that I'm drug to the fiends
I'ma get that's by any means
Not worried 'bout niggas worried 'bout me
Yeah, I'm Ryer and 183
Used to be deep now nobody
Do it for Smelly, I do it for E
Bitches on me and I don't a fuck
Sometimes I like it's all about us
all my niggas, I'm turning shit up
Codeine the Sprite no ice in my cup
Yo' bitch finessing my dick a dutch
TYB Season I'm home and here
I take yo bitch anytime of the
Boutta off and I'm switching my gear
Only 16 and I'm on my way
Niggas be hating I really care
Niggas be I really don't care
I really care

Put TYB on my
Keep it real, boy, interrogate
I fucked bitch, I ain't hesitate
Put TYB on my
She was a average bitch
I left her then moved on to better
She was an average anyway
I left her then moved on to better

Yeah, yeah,
Got up out my burkin, It's
She said she a virgin, it's
She my biggest fan, she always
And she know I'ma man, put that work in
And I know she can't me, I'm fancy
So bring her out when I get my Grammy
Late sex, she can't find her panties
I couldn't hold it in, now she need a B
His bitch need a B
Lil fancy