LYRICS
作词 : Tyrone Griffin/Kevin Ross/Frank Brim/Nick Seeley/Tremaine Neverson/Justin Featherstone/William Featherstone/Christopher Featherstone/Mathew Featherstone
作曲 : Tyrone Griffin/Kevin Ross/Frank Brim/Nick Seeley/Tremaine Neverson/Justin Featherstone/William Featherstone/Christopher Featherstone/Mathew Featherstone
You know you dead wrong
Up in the club
But you left your man home
You couldn't even wait
Till we got to the bedroom
I know it ain't good
But these hoes gon' do
What they want want
Want want want want
Pull up in a Porsche no rhythm
No key now she on me
Know this star
She ain't ****ing with your middle
Wanna be my tenderoni
Now we chilling poolside for the night
Hollywood sign
I ain't caught up in the lights
Trigga baby I'mma do you right
Don't make me have to tell you twice I
**** 'em all the time
But you know I never wife em uh
Real b*****s know love
Man I swear these hoes triflin' em uh
But I'mma give her what she like
Beat it down like Tyson em uh
It's the pretty ones
That you really eye on
You know you dead wrong
Up in the club
But you left your man home
You couldn't even wait
Till we got to the bedroom
I know it ain't good
But these hoes gon' do
What they want want
Want want want want
I just left the show with a two piece
Dollar sign got groupies
I'mma take her
To the mother****ing hotel
Let her do her
Then do me oh
One bad light-skinned and an Asian
I'mma stack em up like Legos
She call me papi
Ain't understand Spanish
But I let her chupa on mis huevos
We be ****ing all the time
But she know I'll never wife her nah
Had her in a feeling
When she see me with my white girl ah
She act square around a nigga
But when she with me she like girls ah
It's the pretty ones that you
Really need to keep your eye on oh
You know you dead wrong
Up in the club
But you left your man home
You couldn't even wait
Till we got to the bedroom
I know it ain't good
But these hoes gon' do
What they want want
Want want want want
Who am I to judge you
I love you whenever you're near
Bring your body here
Right now I'mma knock it right down
Say you got a nigga Go figure
Take another sip of this liquor
Talk a little shit
Got my d**k much bigger
Baby let me tell you
A lil' something 'bout Trigga
We be ****ing all the time
But she know I'll never wife her nah
Real b*****s know love
Man I swear these hoes triflin’ uh
But I'mma give her what she like
Beat it down like Tyson uh
It's the pretty ones
That you really eye on
You know you dead wrong
Up in the club
But you left your man home
You couldn't even wait
Till we got to the bedroom
I know it ain't good
But these hoes gon' do
What they want want want
They could do
What they want want want
You know you dead wrong
Dead wrong
Dead wrong