305 LICK

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Cherry] Please don't forget it Yuh please Please don't forget it Vitamin C [Chorus: GOLDBUUDA] Choppin dem T-bone New York steak Yuh I see yo bitch gon pleased Coppin that smoke dat lit (Uh) Ya woo yo bitch gon sneeze I got dem choppa on dem Benz My bae she wanting dat stick My goons getting all dem tatts Stacking em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah) Hit dat thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah) Lickin my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3 Talk bout that jit mightbe work with police Tutufa trigger on dat heat Raised in 305 we gon hit dat lick (Uh) [Verse 1: Lil Cherry] I see the demon in your eye B wit the clicka bout to goof And I'ma die before I see it But I still keep a silent rule You the Rico wit the roof I ain't got no signals in my booth Yuh please Please don't forget it [Bridge: Lil Cherry] That's what I didn't tell her Your love on me-e That's what I didn't tell her It's all on me-e-e That's what I didn't tell her It's all on me-e-e That's what I didn't tell her [Refrain: Lil Cherry] Put it on high, put it on gee Put it on ai ai 옹 (ai ai 옹) Put it on high, put it on gee Put it on ai ai 옹 (ai ai 옹) Put it on, put it on Put it on, A, A, 옹 (A, A, 옹) Put it on, put it on Put it on, A, A, 옹 (A, A, 옹) [Verse 2: Lil Cherry] I see the demon in your eye B wit the clicka bout to goof And I'ma die before I see it But I still keep a silent rule You the Rico wit the roof I ain't got no signals in my booth [Pre-Chorus: Lil Cherry] Yuh please Please don't forget it Don't forget it Yuh please Please don't forget it Vitamin C [Chorus: GOLDBUUDA] Choppin dem T-bone New York steak Yuh I see yo bitch gon pleased Coppin that smoke dat lit (Uh) Ya woo yo bitch gon sneeze I got dem choppa on dem Benz My bae she wanting dat stick My goons getting all dem tatts Stacking em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah) Hit dat thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah) Lickin my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3 Talk bout that jit mightbe work with police Tutufa trigger on dat heat Raised in 305 we gon hit dat lick (Uh) [Verse 3: Lil Cherry] Lookin' at your neck You're a sell out huh? Lookin' at your neck You're a sell out huh? You gon run, you gon run You gon run by the book Couldn't sell out, huh You gon run, you gon run You gon run by the book Couldn't sell out, huh [Chorus: GOLDBUUDA] Choppin dem T-bone New York steak Yuh I see yo bitch gon pleased Coppin that smoke dat lit (Uh) Ya woo yo bitch gon sneeze I got dem choppa on dem Benz My bae she wanting dat stick My goons getting all dem tatts Stacking em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah) Hit dat thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah) Lickin my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3 Talk bout that jit mightbe work with police Tutufa trigger on dat heat Raised in 305 we gon hit dat lick (Uh)