Lyrics

Dark skin honey I'm well up I call her liquorice But don't be licking on my ear you know I'm ticklish Gimme a minute I got something you can fiddle with You know we're chillin' but we do it for the thrill of it I make a move I keep it steppy like a dance floor Me and ma nigga finger bussin' out the car door They used to watch me on road like what you lookin' at Jags got the Bimmer all black would you look at that You know the bully's back, nightclubs, woolly hat They say they pushin' packs nigga what you pushin' at? I push it in you know she love it when I pull it back I gave her woody now I gotta get my hoody back It's a damn shame yeah I pop the champagne All these shakey niggas ain't never handshake Bitch it's DC don't call me by my damn name Got your girlfriend don't worry what your man say Who's that calling my phone? I bet she's back again I cut her off and then I'm blowin' out her back again They talk a lot so I ain't got a lot of rapper friends I'm saying less but saying more, I'm like an acronym They said they work but I'm still feelin' like I said it all Impeccable, nigga we can never fall She says she wanna fuck so I tell her roll it up You know you got have your dinner wi your vegetables Yeah, I'm on my own time I work my arse off so I don't ever need a cosign Bitches used to par me off so I ain't chasin' them They tryna make amends, I'm tryna make a M Yeah yeah, I'm on my own time I work my arse off so I don't ever need a cosign Bitches used to par me off so I ain't chasin' them They tryna make amends, I'm tryna make a M I'm tryna make a make a beat, you wouldn't understand They tryna get from A to B I play wi them, I pray these niggas never play wi me You know it's nottin' get it poppin' ain't playin' B I'm tryna play for keeps My nigga playin' keys he ain't even sellin' yards He give a fuck about the Metro or the Telegraph We tryna make it cos we scared of be regular It's got me skipping all my lectures and my seminars Mummy thinks I'm facin' my books But I been runnin' to the money so I'm lacing ma bugs I mean I'd rather chase the bag ya see I been chasin' the puss You wanna talk about oui I tell 'em femme a la bush shh Yeah lately I been flirtin' wi the thought of bussin' So I'm foreign wi the grind it ain't no corner cuttin' But it's like they'd rather see me on the corner shottin' But it's all I got I treat it like it's all or nothin' Yeah, I'm on my own time I work my arse off so I don't ever need a cosign Bitches used to par me off so I ain't chasin' them They tryna make amends, I'm tryna make a M Yeah yeah, I'm on my own time I work my arse off so I don't ever need a cosign Bitches used to par me off so I ain't chasin' them They tryna make amends, I'm tryna make a M