Idm Lyrics

Bitch wanna come and kick it at the

Bitch wanna come and kick it at the

Bitch wanna come and kick it at the

She told me she want the

High top Chanel on her feet, it dont matter

She want the high top Givenchy on her feet, it dont matter

That Bottega shit, it was on her when I saw her, so I slid on her and I got her

Caught the bitch like a wide receiver in Atlanta, bro might dirty up his Fanta

My shit getcha groovy have ya dancin Mc Hammer, got some bitches all in Atlanta

I walk in this bitch in a all red double B suit, hoe was sittin my lap like I'm Santa

Thats what they all said, I put Chrome on my fit feel like Offset

Put my bitch in Marc Jacobs, whatcha call that?

Hoe got on my nerves, I'm not calling back

You out ya mind lil bitch you trippin like fuck, you should've stuck with ya luck

Like a semtex, you should've stuck beside me

But ya tried it, you not my bitch

I'm in this hoe mouth like some Trident, she had tried it said she my bitch, but she lying

No Prodigy, I leave her mindless

Astrology, I'm in the sky bitch

Like I use nitrous, I think most of these fuck niggas way behind me (too far behind)

You know right now I be sliding

You know right now I be fried

Light another blunt, I'm flying

Call up my cougar bitch, she out in Vegas

I need a crib with land, the acres

I ball like PG13 on the Pacers (Pacers, Pacers, Pacers )

Fuck that, I ball like Bron 23 on the Lakers (Lakers, Lakers, Lakers)

Fuck that, I cant kick withcha now, I'll see ya later (later, later, later )

Fuck that, you cannot kick it

Fuck that, these bitches trippin

Fuck that, bitch wanna come & kick it at the- Fuck that

Holon Woah

Bitch wanna come and kick it at the

Bitch wanna come and kick it at the

Bitch wanna come and kick it at the

She told me she want the

High top Chanel on her feet, it dont matter

She want the high top Givenchy on her feet, it dont matter

That Bottega shit, it was on her when I saw her, so I slid on her and I got her

Caught the bitch like a wide receiver in Atlanta, bro might dirty up his Fanta

My shit getcha groovy have ya dancin Mc Hammer, got some bitches all in Atlanta

I walk in this bitch in a all red double B suit, hoe was sittin my lap like I'm Santa

Thats what they all said, I put Chrome on my fit feel like Offset

Put my bitch in Marc Jacobs, whatcha call that?

Hoe got on my nerves, I'm not calling back

You out ya mind lil bitch you trippin like fuck, you should've stuck with ya luck

Like a semtex, you should've stuck beside me

But ya tried it, you not my bitch

I'm in this hoe mouth like some Trident, she had tried it said she my bitch, but she lying

No Prodigy, I leave her mindless

Astrology, I'm in the sky bitch

Like I use nitrous, I think most of these fuck niggas way behind me (too far behind)

You know right now I be sliding

You know right now I be fried

Light another blunt, I'm flying

Call up my cougar bitch, she out in Vegas

I need a crib with land, the acres