She wanna f*ck me cause I'm poppin
You talkin duckets we can chop it
Throwin money while she drop it
Just bought a flight out to the tropics
I told my bitch don't bring no luggage
Hot food, I'm in her stomach
Still make a way up outta nothin
Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin
If she don't got her own, you need another woman
Brain insane gave me top just like the summit
(Gave me top, top)
Backshots had her running
She so bad, I wanna cry when I cut it like a onion
Trade her in for a new one like a rental
I get gouda just to say what's on my mental
I'm a dog took your bitch back to my kennel
Had her hitting high notes a capella
Wood full of octane
Came up where the shots rang
Now we call the shots, mane
Coupe got the blown brains
JFK codename
I'm just in my own lane
This money got shit hitting different
Neck so cold I caught the sniffles
They say they ballin but the wiffle
You know I got it off the dribble
She wanna f*ck me cause I'm poppin
You talkin duckets we can chop it
Throwin money while she drop it
Just bought a flight out to the tropics
I told my bitch don't bring no luggage
Hot food, I'm in her stomach
Still make a way up outta nothin
Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin
Shit, you can never be too cautious
Them niggas tried to ride the wave now they nauseous
(Now they sea sick)
Counting profits never counting losses
At the round table all my niggas bosses
The dash tap out at 220 (220)
I can't die without saying I done it
F*ck the prosecutor and the judges
I need more percentage of the budget
Tell me what the lick read
Donuts in a 6-speed
Cold freak, mixed breed
Pull up in a black tee
Gold chains, bad piece
Good head relax me
She goin down, she finna plummet
I'm bout to beat, I'm finna drum it
I'm goin crash test dummy
I'm Jackie Chan with the stuntin
She wanna f*ck me cause I'm poppin
You talkin duckets we can chop it
Throwin money while she drop it
Just bought a flight out to the tropics
I told my bitch don't bring no luggage
Hot food, I'm in her stomach
Still make a way up outta nothin
Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin
Enimeezy - Monday: No Luggage Lyrics
Enimeezy - Monday: No Luggage Lyrics
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She wanna f*ck me cause I'm poppin
You talkin duckets we can chop it
Throwin money while she drop it
Just bought a flight out to the tropics
I told my bitch don't bring no luggage
Hot food, I'm in her stomach
Still make a way up outta nothin
Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin
If she don't got her own, you need another woman
Brain insane gave me top just like the summit
(Gave me top, top)
Backshots had her running
She so bad, I wanna cry when I cut it like a onion
Trade her in for a new one like a rental
I get gouda just to say what's on my mental
I'm a dog took your bitch back to my kennel
Had her hitting high notes a capella
Wood full of octane
Came up where the shots rang
Now we call the shots, mane
Coupe got the blown brains
JFK codename
I'm just in my own lane
This money got shit hitting different
Neck so cold I caught the sniffles
They say they ballin but the wiffle
You know I got it off the dribble
She wanna f*ck me cause I'm poppin
You talkin duckets we can chop it
Throwin money while she drop it
Just bought a flight out to the tropics
I told my bitch don't bring no luggage
Hot food, I'm in her stomach
Still make a way up outta nothin
Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin
Shit, you can never be too cautious
Them niggas tried to ride the wave now they nauseous
(Now they sea sick)
Counting profits never counting losses
At the round table all my niggas bosses
The dash tap out at 220 (220)
I can't die without saying I done it
F*ck the prosecutor and the judges
I need more percentage of the budget
Tell me what the lick read
Donuts in a 6-speed
Cold freak, mixed breed
Pull up in a black tee
Gold chains, bad piece
Good head relax me
She goin down, she finna plummet
I'm bout to beat, I'm finna drum it
I'm goin crash test dummy
I'm Jackie Chan with the stuntin
She wanna f*ck me cause I'm poppin
You talkin duckets we can chop it
Throwin money while she drop it
Just bought a flight out to the tropics
I told my bitch don't bring no luggage
Hot food, I'm in her stomach
Still make a way up outta nothin
Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin
You talkin duckets we can chop it
Throwin money while she drop it
Just bought a flight out to the tropics
I told my bitch don't bring no luggage
Hot food, I'm in her stomach
Still make a way up outta nothin
Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin
If she don't got her own, you need another woman
Brain insane gave me top just like the summit
(Gave me top, top)
Backshots had her running
She so bad, I wanna cry when I cut it like a onion
Trade her in for a new one like a rental
I get gouda just to say what's on my mental
I'm a dog took your bitch back to my kennel
Had her hitting high notes a capella
Wood full of octane
Came up where the shots rang
Now we call the shots, mane
Coupe got the blown brains
JFK codename
I'm just in my own lane
This money got shit hitting different
Neck so cold I caught the sniffles
They say they ballin but the wiffle
You know I got it off the dribble
She wanna f*ck me cause I'm poppin
You talkin duckets we can chop it
Throwin money while she drop it
Just bought a flight out to the tropics
I told my bitch don't bring no luggage
Hot food, I'm in her stomach
Still make a way up outta nothin
Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin
Shit, you can never be too cautious
Them niggas tried to ride the wave now they nauseous
(Now they sea sick)
Counting profits never counting losses
At the round table all my niggas bosses
The dash tap out at 220 (220)
I can't die without saying I done it
F*ck the prosecutor and the judges
I need more percentage of the budget
Tell me what the lick read
Donuts in a 6-speed
Cold freak, mixed breed
Pull up in a black tee
Gold chains, bad piece
Good head relax me
She goin down, she finna plummet
I'm bout to beat, I'm finna drum it
I'm goin crash test dummy
I'm Jackie Chan with the stuntin
She wanna f*ck me cause I'm poppin
You talkin duckets we can chop it
Throwin money while she drop it
Just bought a flight out to the tropics
I told my bitch don't bring no luggage
Hot food, I'm in her stomach
Still make a way up outta nothin
Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin
Writer: Moustapha Diop
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid