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lets link (remix) - whoheem, tyga & lil mosey lyrics

[intro]
m.a. on the track

[verse 1: lil mosey]
shawty do your dance and clap once
baby, shake yo’ ass and clap twice
finna bring you back home, give you good pipe
then i seen her boyfriend text her goodnight
b*tch you think that i care
i just wanna beat it up and pull hair
just bounce that up baby, good air
she only tryna f*ck with a millionaire
i’ma leave a lil’ drip on your forehead
then i find another one in the morning
i ain’t tryna get a wife, that sh*t boring
you know i’m tryna f*ck ’cause shе foreign
last time i f*cked, i rеcorded off an iphone
said it’s so good, she was singing all high notes
she get so lit, that’s the side note
she gon’ spit on this d*ck with her eyes closed
[chorus: whoheem]
i like you, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout your boyfriend
come on, let’s link, can’t do what i do, i can beat it up with no hands
treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands
come on, with heem, can’t do what i do, i can beat it up with no hands

[verse 2: whoheem]
prada baby, she a flocker
don’t let any n*gga hit, so they call her a bopper
can’t no b*tch top her
she got a squabble like a n*gga, yeah, she get it from her father
s*x in the city girls
nails done, lemon braids, they’re so pretty, girl, ah
she don’t be in any world
wrong shoe, wrong fit, no cinderella, girl
car basic
bro big mad it’s not him that she chasin’
two weeks, he couldn’t find a replacement
he done lost a good b*tch, downgraded to a basic
lane switch
b*tch is lucky, call her sour folk ’cause she change
’cause she don’t care
sold her n*gga, won’t offer it up, notched up
turned off her pipe and then she bossed up
on any b*tch head who got an issue
mace a b*tch up, tear your drawers, she might spit too
messy, take your n*gga if she want to
give him p*ssy, got him stuck, he said i love you on the first day
you b*tches couldn’t see her on her worst day
fly b*tch like first day of school on her birthday
ooh, she nasty, f*r*e*a*k
[verse 3: tyga]
i like you, i don’t wanna f*ck on your bestfriend
let me give that lil’ p*ssy lil’ lessons
we can link, we can link with a text message
you ever been in a ferrari?
make a wish, i can do it to you
you a lil’ bopper, got a little booty
and she wanna top me, don’t spill the fluids
i’m a dog, move b*tch, got a new b*tch
ain’t ludacris, but i tell her “move, b*tch”
i’m a motherf*ckin’ g, got ruthless
press the b*tton, make the car got roofless
make it nasty, suck it like you toothless
give a f*ck ’bout a n*gga, give two sh*ts
new whip, new phone, b*tch, who this?
omg, bussin’ like a grape, b*tch, ooh
ah, that’s what i like, baby, that’s what i like
f*r*e*a*k (a*k)
lil’ c*r*a*z*y, that’s crazy
ayy, go crazy (go crazy)
ayy, go dumb (go dumb)
ayy, i k!lled it (i k!lled it)
ayy, i’m done

[chorus: whoheem]
i like you, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout your boyfriend
come on, let’s link, can’t do what i do, i can beat it up with no hands
treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands
come on, let’s link, can’t do what i do, i can beat it up with no hands
come on with heem, come on with heem
come on, let’s link, come on, let’s link
i like you, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout your boyfriend
come on, let’s link, can’t do what i do, i can beat it up with no hands

- whoheem tyga lil mosey lyrics

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