Lyrics:
real (I can take you all around the world)
She like black Bentley Coupes, black Day-tons
Black interior, black ridin' shotgun
Black four-five, black
Okay
Bossin' up
You, you can check we bossin'
V-v-valet park my whip nigga (uh)
Hammer time for my chips nigga
Bossin' up, add it up
Your girlfriend
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
number one girl
And I say Sade
Na you be my number one girl
Even though I get 5, 4, 3, 2 you're my number one girl
Even though I get 5, 4, 3, 2 you're my
forty-four-four-four, hips forty five I go hold am tight)
This your ike (okay)
This your bumper
Give me your number
Anything wey you want girl (that's what I want)
Look
this dick is gigantic
She all up in my DMs
Talk about how we gon do it
Girl it's almost 5 pm
Slide on me after work girl cause
You can get it
You can get
five! Don't you know that the time is right. Huh!
Step by step. Don't you know I need you
Step by step. Yes, I do, girl
Step by step, oh, baby,
five! Don't you know that the time is right. Huh!
Step by step. Don't you know I need you
Step by step. Yes, I do, girl
Step by step, oh, baby,
the question still remain
Can you love somebody loved by everybody?
Can you love somebody when they're everybody's girl?
Can you love somebody loved by
One, two, three, elementary
I need you, I got no plan B
You're my girl
You're my girl
Four, five, six, no magical tricks
Mint condition gettin'
money, we ain't learn how to act
All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks
You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat
Send the waitress
honeys in their coconut shells, 5 4 3 2 1
Who came by to get em high? 5 4 3 2 1
uh huh, It was Surfquake
5 4 3 2 1, 5 4 3 2 1,
Hangin' on the beach,
mo songs girl I’m coming in late
Only one way a nigga get this here chain off my neck pussy nigga u gon have to come take it
If I put five bitches
three… i 4foh for you
Theirs no other girl
Five, six, seven I no fi eight u swear on mamas head
Nine, ten stop the count my love no go ever end
We gonna
I got a trap girl
(I ain't tell you about my trap girl?)
I'm a talk about me
Then I'm a talk about my trap girl
(I ain't tell you about my trap
Followed by two-six-five-three-five-eight-nine
Circumference over diameter
Seven-nine, then three-two-three
OMG, can't you see?
it up three time (Three time)
Pick it up four time (Four time)
Come pick it up four time (Four time)
You know it, you know it
I got you by my side (I
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
a nigga say you a broad prove him wrong
Fool, I'm fucking this nigga girl now and he know it
Got a pistol but wont blow it, talking shit but wont show it
take home)
She can be 18 (18) with an attitude
Or 19, kinda snotty, acting real rude
But as long as you a thicky-thicky-thick girl you know that it's
five is a little like counting by fives
In fact, if you count it along on your fingers as you count it out loud by fives
Your fingers will tell you how
*Liffy Stokes*
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
tried to fuck me knowing you didn't love me
Had my hopes up thinking you was about to cuff me
Give no fucks, I gotta four five by my gut
She my slut, she
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