HAAAN

Lyrics

Ooooooo Yeahhhhhhhh You know i'm surgical with this b****, how you want it dog? S BEATS GOT THAT HEAT BOI! Ooo ooooo ooooo Huhhhhh Hop in the whip Slide down to biscayne bay Lil bitch trynna f*** on me Balmain jeans New jwet scheme Shirt Celine New supreme Got Lil b**** built like a ballerina I was really getting top by the heat arena And I ain't even have to flawge Cuz them n***** seen it That's why the routes we take dead ends Ain't scenic Bad b**** trynna suck on my p**** Hit it out the park no Serena no Venus Chose on her n**** said she ain't mean it Only gave her one perc Now she over there fiendin Values Too shoned out Can't make no vows to you Oooh Round two let me get it Man these n***** they be hating on me It's the mason mar-jealousy I got a pump that'll make a n**** jump I ain't talking cris cross When I make a b**** dance for me And I'm making sweet love to a h** Forgot the b**** name The f*** she keep asking me Took her right to bal harbour Got a birkin Put her on her knees And sent her home ashy Gawwwd, damn I'm really one of them n**** Temper kind of short Like Malcolm in the middle Took it out my shorts Then she gave it a tickle Told her Leave em to the side Like a burger with pickles I told her you can keep the pussy Baby I want your mental The way she work it That pussy essential I wrote it on her face like my d*** is a pencil With some packs you can't trace N**** get you a stencil I had ya b**** like HAAANNNN Took her to crib and I had her like HAAAAANNN And she know just what it is when I hit her with that HAAAANNNNNN I Ain't playing no games Good Lil b**** like HAAAAAANN Then I take her up top like that