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d lo - trade seats lyrics

i be on that fly sh-t
your b-tch wanna trade seats with my b-tch
i be on that wanna it i’mma buy sh-t
you be on that barely getting by sh-t
riding on my whip, cherry pie lip
your b-tch wanna trade seats with my b-tch
get top with topeness
you heard the gossip, thorough be the topic

me and her used to rock like a rocket
i got popping, f-cked on your partners
there, and all i did was got some
if them b-tches talking third world they got some
got molly, got mud and she want some
she want me to be elmer fudd so she can be my shotgun
panties matched her bra and her hair right
the rag gonna fall in love just for the night
and i’m a real n-gg-, straight up
next day i pay for that weed that i throw up
your b-tch in turn my b-tch ’cause swap seats
’cause i rock designer and you swap meat
broke n-gg-, get away from me, you smell cheesy
i get more money that i do sleep
just let her play shot till i’m inside
f-cking on college girls that never met their freaky side

i be f-cking n-gg-s wives on the low
didn’t know she was married ’cause i never seen a ring before
i got a bunch of different races, all this d-ck for sure
but i ain’t never f-cked a chinese b-tch before
and i like it and at the same time getting high
bad b-tch as my p-ssenger, rolling up cherry pie
cruising through the stop signs, all eyes on me
your b-tch looking like she wanna be in my b-tch seat
and it’s good for her feet, won’t work, i got juice
i can come to where you at if you nervous about the hood
i be fly ’cause i get in a lot of sh-t
i sell you weed, i sell you c-ke, i sell my b-tch
getting more, spending all on a whip
hit the black, get it back, square whip’

you be on that barely getting by sh-t
‘on that barely getting high sh-t
all these bands coming in, i can’t stop it
you be on, you be on that man, i need a job sh-t
i be on that christopher walken sh-t
versace chain on, try to sn-tch it, i’m popping sh-t
i be riding, leaning like a cello
hands tucked the pistol for the photo
your b-tch on my line tryna hoe fronting
i hang up ’cause she ain’t got the dough for me
you be on that chris sh-t, always tryna tuck her
16 letter, gotta pay before i f-ck her
riding in my whip, cherry pie lip
now they all’that’s that high sh-t
i be on that barely going broke sh-t
your boyfriend pimping, you be tugging that hoe b-tch

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