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演唱：21 Lil Harold、21 Savage、Sexyy RedNookie (Pu$$y) - 21 Lil Harold/21 Savage/Sexyy Red
Lyrics by：Harold Glenn/Janae Wherry/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston
Composed by：Harold Glenn/Janae Wherry/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston
You gotta ************* feel this **** boy
BanBwoi
Sexyy
Slob on my knob nine-to-five like a job
I like pullin' on her braids I hate when she get a bob
Damn
Make that shake everywhere Bubba Sparxxx
Her backseat of this car I'm the star when it dark
Dark
Don't go nowhere without my chopper
Uh
She gon' my partner when we done I can't stop her Nah
Your old tried to box me out Serge Ibaka
Thirty-six
I go Uncle Luke with these I just toss 'em
Toss 'em toss 'em
Shе get nasty look up and call me daddy
Uh-huh
Every timе I hit it like I never even had it
Uh-huh
Ten thousand ones 'bout to blow this in Magic
Phew phew
He lookin' way too hard I might just rob your baby daddy he a
Baow baow baow
When I get to the crib I'ma beat that
Uh uh beat it up beat it up
Your baby daddy he a and I'm knowin' he a
I could tell by the way that shake shawty got some good
Woah ah ah ah
When I get to the crib I'ma beat that
Y-you a I can see it in your eyes
Ho
If you play I'm on your like on flies
Grrah baow
Heard you be tellin' we can't with none them kind
Rat
All my with the free the guys
Free my
The-these weak
Matter fact speakin' of your smell like feet
Ew
Yeah I look good but ho don't ever think sweet
Sexyy
N-Northside in my purse I keep that Glocky
It's in your blood you can't help it
Your mama lame as and your daddy known for tellin'
Snitch
You a ***** I can sense it and I smell it
Sh-shout out to the real in the feds jailin'
Free the guys free the guys
When I get to the crib I'ma beat that
Uh uh beat it up beat it up
Your baby daddy he a and I'm knowin' he a
I could tell by the way that shake shawty got some good
Woah grahh baow beat it up beat it up
When I get to the crib I'ma beat that
Woah woah
Yeah she married but she tryin' to give me
21
If I don't hit it I'ma feel like a
On God
It's borderline seven figures just to book me
21
She sell and she scam and do hair
21 21
She could be from Memphis I ain't goin' in there bare
Facts
When I see my opps all them do is stare
Said he put his hands on me where?
Drop my nuts like I'm King Kong
21
My money need two accountants 'cause the long
21
She suck me up and blow my phone up call her headphone
On God
Cross the street then you get hit 'cause your grown
21 21
Uh-huh
Uh uh beat it up beat it up
Lyrics by：Harold Glenn/Janae Wherry/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston
Composed by：Harold Glenn/Janae Wherry/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston
You gotta ************* feel this **** boy
BanBwoi
Sexyy
Slob on my knob nine-to-five like a job
I like pullin' on her braids I hate when she get a bob
Damn
Make that shake everywhere Bubba Sparxxx
Her backseat of this car I'm the star when it dark
Dark
Don't go nowhere without my chopper
Uh
She gon' my partner when we done I can't stop her Nah
Your old tried to box me out Serge Ibaka
Thirty-six
I go Uncle Luke with these I just toss 'em
Toss 'em toss 'em
Shе get nasty look up and call me daddy
Uh-huh
Every timе I hit it like I never even had it
Uh-huh
Ten thousand ones 'bout to blow this in Magic
Phew phew
He lookin' way too hard I might just rob your baby daddy he a
Baow baow baow
When I get to the crib I'ma beat that
Uh uh beat it up beat it up
Your baby daddy he a and I'm knowin' he a
I could tell by the way that shake shawty got some good
Woah ah ah ah
When I get to the crib I'ma beat that
Y-you a I can see it in your eyes
Ho
If you play I'm on your like on flies
Grrah baow
Heard you be tellin' we can't with none them kind
Rat
All my with the free the guys
Free my
The-these weak
Matter fact speakin' of your smell like feet
Ew
Yeah I look good but ho don't ever think sweet
Sexyy
N-Northside in my purse I keep that Glocky
It's in your blood you can't help it
Your mama lame as and your daddy known for tellin'
Snitch
You a ***** I can sense it and I smell it
Sh-shout out to the real in the feds jailin'
Free the guys free the guys
When I get to the crib I'ma beat that
Uh uh beat it up beat it up
Your baby daddy he a and I'm knowin' he a
I could tell by the way that shake shawty got some good
Woah grahh baow beat it up beat it up
When I get to the crib I'ma beat that
Woah woah
Yeah she married but she tryin' to give me
21
If I don't hit it I'ma feel like a
On God
It's borderline seven figures just to book me
21
She sell and she scam and do hair
21 21
She could be from Memphis I ain't goin' in there bare
Facts
When I see my opps all them do is stare
Said he put his hands on me where?
Drop my nuts like I'm King Kong
21
My money need two accountants 'cause the long
21
She suck me up and blow my phone up call her headphone
On God
Cross the street then you get hit 'cause your grown
21 21
Uh-huh
Uh uh beat it up beat it up