Antibody
Tyga, DJ Drama
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(Well Done Fever) Enrgy made this one Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch T-Raww (ayy, hah) Well Done, motherfucker DJ Drama (yeah) How 'bout I dance in the pussy, hit the runnin' man (runnin' man) I cum on her pussy fuckin' up her spray tan (spray tan) I work and sweat the pussy out, need a head band (head band) I'm goin' T-Raww, skinny nigga, big bands Happy birthday bitch, I'm the cake man (ayy) Don't give that good pussy away to a waste man (Ayy) Back-back that ass up, I got ten bands (yeah) Ooh, she f*ck a boss, not a middle man (hah) Need a thirty-inch weave with the ass fat (bitch) Acrylic on her nails, keep that body in tact (yeah) Light skin but I f*ck her when it's pitch black She gon' make her old nigga have a heart attack Bombs over Baghdad in the strip club In Miami at 11, man, they show me love (yeah) In the corner with a Instagram modeler Twenty thousand ones, DJ hit the red alert (woo) I don't f*ck with bitch with weak body (no) I need ass and tits on Bugatti (yeah) Good girl, when she drunk she's super thotty (yeah) "Bitch, where your mask?" she said she antibody (bitch) Wipe off your lips, stop kissin' everybody (bitch) Shake that ass like Megan, you a hottie (hah) She work the stick like the Energizer bunny (work it) I never met a bitch that never wants some money Ayy dog look at me, I'm the shit, you a flea Dog I eat my competition like pedigree Green beans, collard greens, mac and cheese You ever met a nigga with a soul like me? (Yeah) High priest, bow down, pray to me (me) She playin' with my balls like it's tennis, like it's Wii (wee) Rough like Eve (Ruff Ryder), snake lowkey (Gangsta) Foreign bitch, foreign stamps, foreign keys (yeah) I go super hyphy-hyph, keep this neat Told my old bitch that I'd never leave But I found out I'm more in love with me Ayy, ayy, pack the pussy up Champagne cork, pop the pussy up (yeah) Bear hug on the pussy, show the pussy love (yeah) All the women in my section when I'm in the club I can't f*ck with bitch with weak body (no) I need ass and tits on Bugatti (yeah) Good girl, she get drunk, get super thotty (yeah) "Bitch, where your mask?" she said she antibody (bitch, hahaha) We ain't get this far by accident (Well Done Fever) But you know this by now, hahaha Well Done Fever
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Written by: Michael Stevenson, Tyree Simmons
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