wifi - miya lowe lyrics
[intro: dj paul]
sittin’ back, gettin’ my d*ck sucked, gettin’ my d*ck sucked
sittin’ back, gettin’ my d*ck sucked by the neighborhood ho
sittin’ back, gettin’ my d*ck sucked, gettin’ my d*ck sucked
sittin’ back, gettin’ my d*ck sucked by the neighborhood ho
[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags (poppin’ tags), you ain’t bought sh*t
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles (hunnid bottles), you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk ‘nana clips (‘nana clips), you ain’t shot sh*t
spendin’ money on these— sh*t, you ain’t—, you ain’t—
(sh*t, sh*t)
[verse 1]
bought the ho a hunnid pair of red bottoms (sh*t)
that’s a quarter milli’ on a hand job, my n*gga
brrt, stick ’em (a’ight)
f*ck you and every n*gga came with ya
go and put a n*gga on a picture (f*ck ’em)
go and put a n*gga on a t*shirt (t*shirt)
back in the day, when a n*gga sell dope (ayy)
i’ma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole (sh*t)
glock 40, woo (woo)
turn up, turn up
my ambitions as a rider (rider)
sippin’ on lean, getting highеr (sprite)
n*gga, i’m a codeine buyеr
no, you not a foreign whip driver (no, sir)
shout out to the shooters and the shooters only (yes, sir)
you never walk around with a lot of money (yes, sir)
hundred dollars fallin’ all out your pocket (woo)
when you hit ’em in the head, can you keep it solid? (woo)
bulletproof whip, we’ll blow it up (woo)
like some raw uncut dope, blow it up (yeah)
represent your gang, n*gga, throw it up (yeah)
i don’t give a f*ck where you at, n*gga, throw it up
[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags (poppin’ tags), you ain’t bought sh*t
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles (hunnid bottles), you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk ‘nana clips (‘nana clips), you ain’t shot sh*t
spendin’ money on these hoes, you ain’t—, you ain’t sh*t
(sh*t, sh*t)
[verse 2: future]
catch a n*gga slippin’ at the red light (sh*t)
with ya ak, let me see you shoot it (shoot it)
you a goon, you a goon, you a goon, you a goon, you—
let me see you prove it (ha!)
presidential rollie and it’s glidin’ (presi’)
love a n*gga wrist when it’s shinin’ (ap)
hate a— wrist when it’s blingin’ (new bezies)
so i went and added more diamonds
hot boy, bg (bg)
that’s the way these young— eat
drinking on syrup, can’t sleep (can’t sleep)
keep it copacetic with your partner (with your partner)
run*run*running ’round with real choppers (choppers)
color of them bottles? they ain’t gold (they ain’t gold)
and you moving ’round with ya ho (with ya ho)
you ain’t even sticking to the code (nah)
pimps up, pimps up, hoes down (hoes down)
a pool full of money and i’m ’bout to drown (’bout to drown)
i’ma fool on the corner with that bobby brown (bobby)
b*tton up suits at the grammys (grammys)
had to turn it up for the family (homie)
yes, i’m a freeband bandit
[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags (poppin’ tags), you ain’t bought sh*t
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles (hunnid bottles), you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk ‘nana clips (‘nana clips), you ain’t shot sh*t
spendin’ money on these hoes, you ain’t—, you ain’t sh*t
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags (poppin’ tags), you ain’t bought sh*t
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles (hunnid bottles), you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk ‘nana clips (‘nana clips), you ain’t shot sh*t
spendin’ money on these hoes, you ain’t—, you ain’t sh*t
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