Damn, ay, ay, let's go, let's go
I told her give me head, baby girl come right here
Moonwalkin' off this face twister, might disappear
Jump right out my body, she said please go find a hobby
Baby girl want me to herself, I answer that like prolly
I slime niggas out under my belt, cause I just got this tissue
Got a big ass FN in my pants, tell me what's the issue
Baby girl wanna act just like a fan, she say lil' boy I miss you
I got two zips up in my pants, but I don't got no zipper
I need that bad bitch with her friends, I wanna f*ck her twin nem
Baby girl tryna reach off on my pants, she wanna caress my denim
I step in Balenci when I go flick up, so you know I got purpose
I bought her Michael Kors, but now apparently that shit worthless
Baby girl know she can't afford to go out with her friends and see me flirting
When I'm throwin' my money up in the air, her friends stay round me twerking
And I told her, baby girl, you don't deserve, why the f*ck you want that Birkin
I'ma be that pussy up real good and show her that ain't worth it
I told her I geek up real good, bitch, my name like Urkel
Pop that perc, that shit feel real good, did it like I'm hurting
Bitch, I'm Spider, I say slatt, where's my lighter? I need that
Roll up a wood, I wish he would, oh, he a fighter? He gettin' slapped
Vetements all on my jacket and cap, pull up with them dracs, shootin' back to back
Throwin' them bullets and he catchin' that, whatever he make, making more than that
She wanna eat, my dick like a snack, ugh
I stay with them fives, like saks
This hoe wanna chat, this shit is not Snap, No
Mac with switches attached, Hoe
So you better not lack, Bro
Bad bitch callin' me a asshole
I want the track, cause it's fast, go
Never worry bout a past, Hoe, facts though
Two bad bitches, they twins, they holdin' they hands
I'm gettin' geeked with a Whole Lotta Bands, with whole Lottabandz
If you wanna feat, gotta give us a plan
Throwin' these bands, her knees with her hands
She doin' her dance, she don't want a man, she don't understand
That hoe is a fan, my name Dex, I pop Xan's in Japan
Whenever I land, put bands in my hands, they fly like a fan, I'm fly like a fan
Translation, you don't get what I'm saying
Dexter Mayo - WHAT'S THE ISSUE Lyrics
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Damn, ay, ay, let's go, let's go
I told her give me head, baby girl come right here
Moonwalkin' off this face twister, might disappear
Jump right out my body, she said please go find a hobby
Baby girl want me to herself, I answer that like prolly
I slime niggas out under my belt, cause I just got this tissue
Got a big ass FN in my pants, tell me what's the issue
Baby girl wanna act just like a fan, she say lil' boy I miss you
I got two zips up in my pants, but I don't got no zipper
I need that bad bitch with her friends, I wanna f*ck her twin nem
Baby girl tryna reach off on my pants, she wanna caress my denim
I step in Balenci when I go flick up, so you know I got purpose
I bought her Michael Kors, but now apparently that shit worthless
Baby girl know she can't afford to go out with her friends and see me flirting
When I'm throwin' my money up in the air, her friends stay round me twerking
And I told her, baby girl, you don't deserve, why the f*ck you want that Birkin
I'ma be that pussy up real good and show her that ain't worth it
I told her I geek up real good, bitch, my name like Urkel
Pop that perc, that shit feel real good, did it like I'm hurting
Bitch, I'm Spider, I say slatt, where's my lighter? I need that
Roll up a wood, I wish he would, oh, he a fighter? He gettin' slapped
Vetements all on my jacket and cap, pull up with them dracs, shootin' back to back
Throwin' them bullets and he catchin' that, whatever he make, making more than that
She wanna eat, my dick like a snack, ugh
I stay with them fives, like saks
This hoe wanna chat, this shit is not Snap, No
Mac with switches attached, Hoe
So you better not lack, Bro
Bad bitch callin' me a asshole
I want the track, cause it's fast, go
Never worry bout a past, Hoe, facts though
Two bad bitches, they twins, they holdin' they hands
I'm gettin' geeked with a Whole Lotta Bands, with whole Lottabandz
If you wanna feat, gotta give us a plan
Throwin' these bands, her knees with her hands
She doin' her dance, she don't want a man, she don't understand
That hoe is a fan, my name Dex, I pop Xan's in Japan
Whenever I land, put bands in my hands, they fly like a fan, I'm fly like a fan
Translation, you don't get what I'm saying
I told her give me head, baby girl come right here
Moonwalkin' off this face twister, might disappear
Jump right out my body, she said please go find a hobby
Baby girl want me to herself, I answer that like prolly
I slime niggas out under my belt, cause I just got this tissue
Got a big ass FN in my pants, tell me what's the issue
Baby girl wanna act just like a fan, she say lil' boy I miss you
I got two zips up in my pants, but I don't got no zipper
I need that bad bitch with her friends, I wanna f*ck her twin nem
Baby girl tryna reach off on my pants, she wanna caress my denim
I step in Balenci when I go flick up, so you know I got purpose
I bought her Michael Kors, but now apparently that shit worthless
Baby girl know she can't afford to go out with her friends and see me flirting
When I'm throwin' my money up in the air, her friends stay round me twerking
And I told her, baby girl, you don't deserve, why the f*ck you want that Birkin
I'ma be that pussy up real good and show her that ain't worth it
I told her I geek up real good, bitch, my name like Urkel
Pop that perc, that shit feel real good, did it like I'm hurting
Bitch, I'm Spider, I say slatt, where's my lighter? I need that
Roll up a wood, I wish he would, oh, he a fighter? He gettin' slapped
Vetements all on my jacket and cap, pull up with them dracs, shootin' back to back
Throwin' them bullets and he catchin' that, whatever he make, making more than that
She wanna eat, my dick like a snack, ugh
I stay with them fives, like saks
This hoe wanna chat, this shit is not Snap, No
Mac with switches attached, Hoe
So you better not lack, Bro
Bad bitch callin' me a asshole
I want the track, cause it's fast, go
Never worry bout a past, Hoe, facts though
Two bad bitches, they twins, they holdin' they hands
I'm gettin' geeked with a Whole Lotta Bands, with whole Lottabandz
If you wanna feat, gotta give us a plan
Throwin' these bands, her knees with her hands
She doin' her dance, she don't want a man, she don't understand
That hoe is a fan, my name Dex, I pop Xan's in Japan
Whenever I land, put bands in my hands, they fly like a fan, I'm fly like a fan
Translation, you don't get what I'm saying
Writer: Dexter Mayo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid