Lyrics: Papa Njie
Music: Papa Njie
Pz':
Hey
My baby the baddest, shawty know she ain't average
Uh, and we bussin' these muh' ****in' rolls, I'm gettin' this cabbage, hey
And I'm stackin' this muh' ****in' chicken, I look like a salad (Woah)
Woah, Bossa Nova my bitch, Bossa Nova my salad, huh
Rollin' up at the trap spot and these bitches got ass out
Dick her down, make her tap out
Man, lil' Pz' be spazzin' out and you pussies be crashin' out
Matchin' robe with my boo thang
**** me up with them mood swings
Pullin' up, Bentley Mulsanne
Baby, I love you, but I don't think you know me like I know you
But I can't even tell you, so I'm talkin' on this ProTools
And I pop out flexin' on these niggas 'cause I want to
Might book a brand new suite, just 'cause I want you
Might repost your tweet just 'cause I want you
I rub on my baby feet 'cause I want to
Southsidesilhouette:
Uh, and I got me a late night freak, so bad, that bitch haunt you
Her hair and nails done, toes too
Her ass too fat, can't hold you
Way she eat dick up, it's soul food
Told her, "Turn around, yeah, let me post you"
Seen you 'round here, I don't know you
Seen you 'round here, I don't know you
Want that bag? Come and drop it off
I could see it all through the clothes too
I ain't even got no go-to, shawty 'boutta be my go-to
Like a trap, you got no drought
You do everything you supposed to
You do everything that you supposed to do, you gotta do
Tezzus:
Had to stay in the trap house, now I wake up in mansions
We gon' ****, then you tap out, have you liftin' yo' panties
Baby, I love you, don't you forget it
Snakes in my old boots, I can hear them hissin'
I can hear them hissin', run it up, let's get it
I can pay attention, I can see you missin'
You won't forget me, bet you won't forget me
Pink juice what I'm sippin', it's you, what I'm missin'
Pz':
My baby the baddest, shawty know she ain't average
Uh, and we bussin' these muh' ****in' rolls, I'm gettin' this cabbage, hey
And I'm stackin' this muh' ****in' chicken, I look like a salad (Woah)
Woah, Bossa Nova my bitch, Bossa Nova my salad, huh
Rollin' up at the trap spot and these bitches got ass out
Dick her down, make her tap out
Man, lil' Pz' be spazzin' out and you pussies be crashin' out
Matchin' robe with my boo thang
**** me up with them mood swings
Pullin' up, Bentley Mulsanne
Baby, I love you, but I don't think you know me like I know you
But I can't even tell you, so I'm talkin' on this ProTools
And I pop out flexin' on these niggas 'cause I want to
Might book a brand new suite, just 'cause I want you
Might repost your tweet just 'cause I want you
I rub on my baby feet 'cause I want to
I rub on my baby feet 'cause I want to