My Everything
Lyrics
Ooh, ooh
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Grrah
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (ah)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (we just gon' up in broad day)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin' (ah)
No I ain't mad, that ain't my ho, like (that ain't my ho)
He think he it, but he not though (he not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made eighty packs off a iPhone (uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (uh-huh)
Totin' this knocker, I can't stop for police
Heard he a shooter, I heard he was police (I heard he was what?)
I heard that he slidin', he bang for his homies
I heard he got knocked and start blamin' his homies (like what?)
He claim that thot, but he ain't the only (he ain't the only)
Droppin' the Y, and that shouldn't be on me (be on me)
She get off the Migo then ride like a pony (like a pony)
Ebk in the cut and he dangerous (uh-huh)
She act bad with the jatty, she know how to shake it (and she know how to-)
I act bad with the beam on the ratty, I don't gotta chase it (uh)
Put the beam on the bag, then flame it (grrah-grrah, boom)
Ask around town, you know I ain't basic (you know I ain't basic)
If I give you some time, I just hope you don't waste it (I just hope you don't waste it)
Baby girl come here, come here, let me taste it (come here, let me taste it)
Ever catch you cheatin', I'ma up and flame it (I'ma up and flame it)
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (ah)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (we just gon' up in broad day)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin' (ah)
No I ain't mad, that ain't my ho, like (that ain't my ho)
He think he it, but he not though (he not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made eighty packs off a iPhone (uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (uh-huh)
Totin' this knocker, I can't stop for police
Heard he a shooter, I heard he was police (I heard he was what?)
Oh
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
Writer(s): Cash Cobain, Fred Wesley, James Brown, James Samuel Iii Harris, John Starks, Linda Creed, Qwayshawn Cannon, Terry Lewis, Thom Randolph Bell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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