Juicy J, Belly, Tory Lanez
It's for the chicks, mane (yeah)

Did I forget to mention?
The way that you twistin' and movin' your body got me so on and then some
I'd probably do it, I know that you probably movin' on and on and on and on
On and on and on
You probably moving on and on and on and on
DJ playin' your song (yeah ho)

Nigga, I'm on one, I'm on that
She on me, she want that
We communicate on a high level
Them pussy lips, talk back
Fucking on a Xan, we don't need a bed
Make a mess when you give me head
Slob on my knob like a chicken head
Talk dirty to it, she like what I say
One more shot for the bitches (for the bitches)
Two more shots for the hos (for the hos)
Beat it up like Evander (Evander)
Unil you knocked out cold (cold)
I'm in her mouth like a toothbrush
Hit it from the back 'til I touch her soul (you know it)
You just tryna get it and I ain't tryna block 'cause I know you tryna reach your goal (your goal)
That pussy ain't really worth braggin' 'bout (mhmm)
But the pretty little bitch got a nasty mouth (yeah)
On the Snap, on the sink, and her ass is out
I bet these niggas be cashin' out (keen)
Pull up in the drop and I thirst this spot
Shawty wanna ball, better touch that rock
Let her touch that paper, never touch that work
If you ain't gon' shoot don't touch that Glock (yeah ho)

Did I forget to mention?
The way that you twistin' and movin' your body got me so on and then some
I'd probably do it, I know that you probably movin' on and on and on and on
On and on and on
You probably moving on and on and on and on
DJ playin' your song (yeah ho)

I was high as Towelie
I remember all these bitches clowned me
Out in London up around the block to come around me
Only time you held me down is when you tried to drown me (yeah)
I'm a fucking savage, should've left me where they found me (found me)
Ay now (ay now), I just say the word, she on the way down (way down)
He gon' probably find out any day now (day now)
Boy, adjust to come-ups, you gon' stay down (oh no)
Stay down

Told her, "chill, 'cause I need a couple pills
Just to get in my zone"
Talkin' "oh l'amour" (amour) with the automobile (shit)
Just to see the time go, whoa
Stop it baby, let's not be crazy
That's Versace, that's not Versayce (whoa)
Took the shot but now I got the LaShee
Ooh, let's top in the dropped Mercedes, yeah

Did I forget to mention?
The way that you twistin' and movin' your body got me so on and then some
I'd probably do it, I know that you probably movin' on and on and on and on
On and on and on
You're probably moving on and on and on and on
DJ playing your song (yeah ho)

Yeah ho

Yeah ho

Trap-a-holics, real trap shit

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