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Hot Rod: Back Seat Movers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Get Your Groove on: 70s Back Seat Classics (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Back Seat Jams (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Back Seat of Your Cadillac [Single] (C.C. Catch) · Serenade to a Bus Seat (Clark Terry) · Plastic Seat Sweat (Southern Culture on the Skids) · Soul Chronology, Vol. 3: Save a Seat for Me (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Count Your Blessings/This Is What the Edge of Your Seat Was Made For (Bring Me the Horizon) · Front Row Seat (Josh Abbott Band) · This Is What the Edge of Your Seat Was Made For (Bring Me the Horizon) – and 90 other albums »


high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry

[Lil' Wyte]
Check it out I roll with Swisher
Lil Wyte]
Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
In the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I
Hear ye, hear ye
Yessir
Got my dog Lil Wyte in the house
Lil Wyte!
You dig it? Then dig this shit
He gon tell you how we do it in Memphis city
[Lil' Wyte]
Strolling in the club VIP automatically
First three drinks are free as long as I get the vodka and some green
Walk back to my seat hoes are
[Chorus 1: Lil' Wyte]
Well I been trippin' for 10 hours on 3 hits of liquid microdot (I'm on acid - acid)
Gettin' chased around the car by some
I'm representin everybody out there smokin

[Lil Wyte]
Roll it up, fire it up, chief it up
I'm ready to get fucked up
Soon as I get control
[Chorus: Lil' Wyte]
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good
Got me feelin real pimpish
Jealous when I ride by
Got me feelin real pimpish
Feelin real pimpish
Got me feelin real pimpish

[Verse 1 - Lil Wyte]
I'm
Pimpish
Jealous When I Ride By
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Feelin Real Pimpish
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish

[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
I'm Feelin Real Damn Pimpish,
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm
to the scene
Lil Wyte lighter wit gasoline
Fire breathin get it closer to the grass that isn't green
Which means your teams expired to the back of the pack
a nigga ain't watching
I got somebody watching
Yeah, you know what time it is

[Lil Wyte]
I'm a motherfucking...
[Chorus - 2x]
Static addict, static addict,
time
We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey
So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray

Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit
Banned in
verse I do is a rest in peace 
Wish this highway to heaven had an extra seat 
Rap game extra sweet, big ass charm conversation piece

Million off rap
Gyeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

She's a very freaky gurl, gurl, very freaky gurl, gurl
Gucci, I want a very freaky gurl, gurl, what it do
you
Diggin' Gucci man 'cause only Gucci can drop
A rack, pop you back wit a rubber band you
Diggin' Gucci Gucci let's do the oochi coochi
Oh that's you
before "buy the car, by the house", "diamondsNyaface"
Now they see me in the streets I want to do a song
Nigga yous a hoe go back to yo home!
'Cause you
of my sins
I don't want to think about it, losin' all I wanna do yeah yeah

I done put 20 inside the seat
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid
I
doe doe with this 4 4 got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe doe with this 4 4 got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe doe with this 4 4
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
something, let the story get told
As the plot thickens and the script unfolds

[Chorus: x2]

I get back around three
We can do it more again
Message
the story get told
As the plot thickens and the script unfolds

[Chorus x2]

I get back around three
We can do it more again
Message to them hater
time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in
Gyeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

She's a very freaky gurl, gurl, very freaky gurl, gurl
Gucci, I want a very freaky gurl, gurl, what it do
you
Diggin' Gucci man 'cause only Gucci can drop
A rack, pop you back wit a rubber band you
Diggin' Gucci Gucci let's do the oochi coochi
Oh that's you