LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBEEP BEEP (feat. SahBabii)
Pop out, she creepin' (Pop out, she creepin')Main bitch, she leavin' (Main bitch, she leavin')Take six this evening (Take six this evening, yeah)Big-booty bitch, I need it (Big-booty bitch, I need it)Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Wake up, why you sleepin'?)This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin', beep, beep)This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin', beep, beep)This phone is beepin'Bro sellin' bricks from the cellRight out the cell, rockin' Margiel' (Yeah)Drank got me movin' like a snailRidin' through hell, tryna stay loud (It's lit)My bitch put it on wellWalk in with a smell, thuggin' with the fellasRick Owens kit (Rick Owens kit)The floor, I sleep on (The floor, I sleep on)The phone is beepin' (Beepin')She callin' it an evеnin' (Evenin')Enough, like Pinky, new chainWе should link (Ball and chain)Blue hundreds, it's leanin' (Blue)Stack it up, stinky (Straight up)Ice her up, rinky (Rinky) , put her on lingy (Lingo)Put her in a Lam' or the BenzIs she slim or she thick? It dependsLook like you rock YSL with this tint (Alright)We've been up four days in a rowHow many more days until I'm a hit?She sleepin' in my crib like she ain't got rentHold on, you hearin' all these chainsThat's slappin' on my chest?(Woo)Double C's switched in the verseGot my name stitched in the 'burbsWent front door to the MetBut, no, no, ho, I ain't metPut her front row at eventThen buy the clothes you can get, yeahBaby, these braids, not dreadsYou can come through to the endsWe drink cool, it's rareChokin' on both for the chairHad to fall through with a nine-piece (Icy)Well overdue for affair (Yeah)No need for makeup or underwear'Cause I been locked in at the crib (Woo)Pop out, she creepin'(Pop out, she creepin', pop it, pop it)Main bitch, she leavin' (Leavin')Huh, take six this evening (Woo, leave it)Hmm, big-booty bitch, I need it (Big-booty bitch, I need it)Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Wake up, why you sleepin'?)This phone is beepin'(This phone is beepin', beep, beep, beep)This phone is beepin'(This phone is beepin', beep, beep, beep)Phone on vibrate, make her legs vibrateFly them hoes out, make them hoes migrateShe shake that ass, the bag gon' gyrateWater my neck, lil' bitch went dehydratedI'm on her back like carbohydratesIn London with killers, totin' swords with my matesCame out the trenches, bananas on K'sFuck a hundred niggas gon' do with these apes?Phone keep beepin', she twistin' her faceYou know that we sneakin', girl, stay in your placeI got shawty geekin', lil' tentacle deep inShe ride, the bed squeakin', put oil on her brakesThese bitch niggas speakin', my name in they mouthAin't gon' shower for days, now how my dick taste?Rainbow diamonds, this shit on me blingin'Stepped out of the jeweler, bought a gay parade (Woo, woo)Pop out, she creepin'(Pop out, she creepin', pop it, pop it)So bored at the house, she leavin'Huh, take six this evening (Woo, leave it huh)Got a ho in my kennel crossbreedin'Wake up, why you sleepin'?(Wake up, why you sleepin'? Wake up)This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin')Her phone is beepin'This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin')Her phone is beepin'Her phone is beepin' (Her phone is beepin', yeah, yeah)But that would be, JamaicaJamaica would be where you would go to really hear likeA lot of rap music and a lot of R&BSo, they, they play mainly dance musicThen they have they rap setAnd then they go into reggaeAnd then they go back toTo the regular music and shit like thatThat's as close as you can get to twerking
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