She the GOAT, she the GOAT (ohh). Word or concept: Find rhymes. And ride his tongue like a Harley. Open your door (Hmm).
Roddy Ricch & Post Malone. She carry my strap for rest of my life (Ayy, yeah, ayy). Ooh, ooh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah. Every time you hear my music. We never ever gon' talk about it (yeah, yeah). To tell the truth I got a lot of jumps. Search for quotations.
Centrefolds, booty cheeks and stripper poles. Oh its hotter than burning rubber gone and ring the alarm. I can't fuck with these niggas, they shady (no). I guess I'ma have to call her bae (let's go). 'Cause she thick (Thick). Say you gotta nigga he ain't with you you a free pick. Written by: Eric Bellinger, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin. I just want a wig, he want me to be his wifey. Find similar sounding words. Twerk on his beard, he can't breathe. Hop out like uno, dos, tres. G.O.A.T. | Eric Bellinger Lyrics, Song Meanings, Videos, Full Albums & Bios. So if I gotta choose someone. On the D'Usse like Wall nigga (woo).
I can't wait to buy a crib somewhere overseas (Sea). And she fuck with all my bros. [Chorus: Eric Bellinger]. Oh yeah aka say oh yeah. S. r. l. Website image policy. Ratchet classy baddie come and sit upon me throne. I get hard when she walk past me (Look at that ass). Lady boss, hella pretty. Looking bad, bitch alert cause he trashing the dirt. Solid, you know I put in one hell of a time.
I Was On The Block (feat. When you leave out the club, nigga (stick 'em). Go) Who gon drop it down like there s money on the floor? Putting in work on fitness, I'm fucking with you. Only nigga on your list with no major deals. Sittin in them leggings.
I bet that pussy slap, thick like she from Mississippi. FTP F--- the police, f--- the police F--- the police, f--- the police F--- the police, f--- the police F--- the police, f--- the police F--- the police (F--- em), f--- the police F--- the police (F--- em), f--- the police F--- the police (F--- em), f--- the police F--- the police (F--- em), f--- the police F--- the police, that s how I feel Buy a Glock, break down the block That s how I feel (That s how I feel) Murder after murder after all these years Buy a strap, bust back after. Oh yeah, she a bad one. Yeah, runnin' 'round the trap right now with a hundred bands on me, I be lookin' like a brick, yeah. Shawty hop up on the pole and she demonstrate. THICK (Remix) lyrics by DJ Chose. I like Neisha, she got cash. That's my plug, that's my chick, yeah. I guess she gon' have to scream my name.
No Love Hey now, say now How do you do? Fucking with them broke niggas come see what you missing.