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[Intro: wolfacejoeyy] Uh, ooh Ooh Ooh Uh, uh, uh, uh Huh, uh, uh (22, where the fuck you at?) [Verse 1: B-Lovee] Like, be totin' that shit with no— (With no) She gon' ride on this dick with no license I got thirty on me, ain't no fightin' If we do it wrong, tell me who do it right then? Bitches groupies, that's why I one-night 'em Get that money, then hop on a flight, in that mood, so I dirty my Sprite then [Verse 2: wolfacejoeyy] Huh, alright (Yeah, okay) They say, "Lil' Joey, how you feel tonight?" Huh, she pour a four in her Sprite (Oh) Lil' shorty told me she do what she like I might hit that ho one night She say, "Lil' Joey, yeah, you do it right" Called her a smoochie, now she gettin' tight Huh, fuck you again, I just might [Verse 3: B-Lovee & wolfacejoeyy] Fuck you again, I might never Diamonds, they change up the weather Back it out and I wave it around, niggas know I'ma shoot it wherever She get low and then shake it around, I just know she gon' do it wherever All these bands on me, shit get her wetter And that money counter do it better (Oh, grrah) [Verse 4: wolfacejoeyy] She wan' swing my way, okay She wan' be my bae, okay Lil' shorty wanna stay, tell lil' shorty swing my way, okay Lil' shorty wet like a lake (Uh-huh) Wanna fuck? You better not be late (Uh-huh) Huh, I swear these niggas be fake I'm just tryna make the guala, the cake (Woah) [Verse 5: B-Lovee] And I'm just tryna teach him a lesson You don't gotta sneeze, I'ma bless him Don't be dumb tryna reach for a necklace Little bro tryna reach for his weapon She wanna drink, tell her come to my section She like, "Lovee, after this, what we doin'?" Tell her, "Chill, why you keep askin' questions?" I'ma tear her, just watch how I do it [Verse 6: wolfacejoeyy] Uh, okay, when I'm with Lovee, yeah, she show me love (Uh-huh) Huh, I tell lil' shorty, "What's up?" (What's up?) She said, "I'm just tryna fuck" (Just tryna fuck) My lil' homie, yeah, he keep it tucked (Tucked, tucked, tucked) So pussy boy, you better duck (Better duck, duck, duck) Why that nigga keep testin' his luck? (Testing his luck, luck, luck) We finna turn that lil' boy into Runtz (Oh, woah, woah) [Verse 7: B-Lovee] Like, we too wavy, ain't shit, we the ones (The ones) If it get lit, brodie throw me the gun (The gun) If you talkin' money, we havin' a ton (We havin' a—) Like, I'm with Joeyy, ain't shit, where the fun? (Where the fun?) Them niggas know me, and shit, they gon' run (They gon'—) Thotties all on me and she tryna rush (Like) She shakin' her hips, let her go have some fun (Uh-huh) [Verse 8: wolfacejoeyy] Uh, she wanna slide, slide, let's slide You can't try, try, try, try Keep that .9, .9, .9, .9 Bitch, I keep that fire, fire, fire, fire Tell that lil' ho she not mine No, that bitch not my bride Tell that nigga he not gang, he not my bro, he not my slime [Outro] (22, where the fuck you at?)