speedy babyy - give me that lyrics
[hook: speedy babyy]
we put in work, getting money, make it stack
beat the beat up, bust a bust, make it clap
shorty in the front, i grind in the back
holler for a dollar, probably told you “give me that”
give me that, give me that
shorty in the front, i grind in the back
holler for a dollar, probably told you “give me that”
[verse 1: speedy babyy]
first thing i mention, i tell her “give me that”
second on my mind, gotta tell her “bring it back”
i know you feel the flow, i could train you on the track
my beats like drugs, have ’em feening for the smack
putting work in, you can see the king shifting
pushing up, put it down, you can see me hitting
lick the shots straight to the head, then we finished
check out shorty right, ay, you know we gwinin’
keep the big cash flow then i gotta stack dough
then remy make ’em lean back, call me fat joe
f-ck wack hoes and i gotta p-ss those
you know you like when i can be f-cking -sshole
if you with me you know i’m biting like a honda
i’ma have your back ’cause i’m riding right behind ya
we can get it in, take a shot of this hennessy
shorty, give me that, tell her “peace” like the ’70s
[hook: speedy babyy]
we put in work, getting money, make it stack
beat the beat up, bust a bust, make it clap
shorty in the front, i grind in the back
holler for a dollar, probably told you “give me that”
give me that, give me that
shorty in the front, i grind in the back
holler for a dollar, probably told you “give me that”
[verse 2: mariahlynn]
punchlines, call it murder, my swag they ain’t heard of
i stay turnt up, something like a burner
beat the p-ssy up, no i turn up
keep a couple chickens, you can call me [?]
girls make it twerk, i be hitting the streets
my [?] bars h-t you hard [?]
ludacris with the swag, tell him get out the way
tales from the crypt, putting b-tches in the graves
and i’m bigger than these other b-tches
[?] give ’em sea sickness
i chop it up like a c section
my money long, bring accountant [?] possession
dough girl ’cause i’m all about my bread
fresh to death like the walking dead
got some new jers n-gg-s that i pump some lead
[?] queen yelling off with this head
[hook: speedy babyy]
we put in work, getting money, make it stack
beat the beat up, bust a bust, make it clap
shorty in the front, i grind in the back
holler for a dollar, probably told you “give me that”
we put in work, getting money, make it stack
beat the beat up, bust a bust, make it clap
shorty in the front, i grind in the back
holler for a dollar, probably told you “give me that”
give me that, give me that
shorty in the front, i grind in the back
holler for a dollar, probably told you “give me that”
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