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giddy up - lawsy lyrics
[intro]
uh, lawsy, pick up
[chorus]
she gon’ ride on the d*ck, tell her giddy up (d*mn)
lay her down, lil’ b*tch, then i titty f*ck (titty f*ck)
have the hoe tell him pull up and we set it up (set it up)
if you ain’t havin’ money, you ain’t gettin’ none (ain’t gettin’ sh*t)
lil’ stupid ass b*tch, think you finna front (finna front)
big chop, extended clip on this gun (ba*ba*ba*ba*ba)
big glock, up that sh*t and he run
i with yo’ b*tch and you ain’t seen her in a month (in a month)
[verse 1]
i f*ck and i dip, john cena on a hoe (john cena)
she ain’t seen me said she prayin’ for more that sh*t
high as f*ckin’ thc is too potent (too potent)
i’m high as h*ll, baby, i cannot roll up (can’t roll up)
i told her to leave, but she said she don’t want to (like, h*ll no)
i need a grown hoe, b*tch, so not you (so not)
my b*tch need her own crib, and a job too (and a job too)
speak of my name, i’ll have ’em pull up and rob you (ba*ba*ba*ba)
in the trap, baby, look what my wrist do (what my wrist do)
baby, let’s f*ck not fight, i won’t hit you (i won’t hit you)
cruisin’ down the block, clutchin’ on my pistol (ba*ba)
take her to the spot, show her how them bricks move (how them bricks move)
[chorus]
she gon’ ride on the d*ck, tell her giddy up (d*mn)
lay her down, lil’ b*tch, then i titty f*ck (titty f*ck)
have the hoe tell him pull up and we set it up (set it up)
if you ain’t havin’ money, you ain’t gettin’ none (ain’t gettin’ sh*t)
lil’ stupid ass b*tch, think you finna front (finna front)
big chop, extended clip on this gun (ba*ba*ba*ba*ba)
big glock, up that sh*t and he run
i with yo’ b*tch and you ain’t seen her in a month (in a month)
light up another j, let’s get into it (get into it)
i love the way yo’ ass be movin’ (be movin’)
in the studio, this freaky ass b*tch want me to screw her (want me to screw her)
them percs straight fent, b*tch, who the f*ck you foolin’? (who you foolin’)
roll up on the block with a stick, get to shootin’ (ba*ba*ba)
call my shooter a tweaker, ’cause he always shootin’ (always shootin’)
got a grown b*tch, tryna f*ck me in a jacuzzi (in a jacuzzi)
f*ck tsa if i got gas, i’m a move it (i’m a move it)
these b*tches love lawsy, sorry they can’t help it (yeah, they love it)
if she grown, then i’m f*ckin’, i can’t help it (i can’t help it)
i be f*ckin’ too hard, this b*tch pulled up with some helmets (some helmets)
i ain’t buy her a purse, this b*tch said that i’m selfish (that i’m selfish)
got a milf, white b*tch that call gas devils lettuce (what the f*ck)
it’s 3am to the hotel where i’m headed (where i’m headed)
they said chill out with them guns, you gon’ be a felon (felon)
but i still got sticks, flip them, then i sell ’em (ba*ba)
[chorus]
she gon’ ride on the d*ck, tell her giddy up (d*mn)
lay her down, lil’ b*tch, then i titty f*ck (titty f*ck)
have the hoe tell him pull up and we set it up (set it up)
if you ain’t havin’ money, you ain’t gettin’ none (ain’t gettin’ sh*t)
lil’ stupid ass b*tch, think you finna front (finna front)
big chop, extended clip on this gun (ba*ba*ba*ba*ba)
big glock, up that sh*t and he run
i with yo’ b*tch and you ain’t seen her in a month (in a month)
she gon’ ride on the d*ck, tell her giddy up (d*mn)
lay her down, lil’ b*tch, then i titty f*ck (titty f*ck)
have the hoe tell him pull up and we set it up (set it up)
if you ain’t havin’ money, you ain’t gettin’ none (ain’t gettin’ sh*t)
lil’ stupid ass b*tch, think you finna front (finna front)
big chop, extended clip on this gun (ba*ba*ba*ba*ba)
big glock, up that sh*t and he run
i with yo’ b*tch and you ain’t seen her in a month (in a month)
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