Wassup HWY?
Uh-huh
I don't remember what she said, yeah she just left me on read
Ugh
HWY
Do all the women Still Like flowers?
Rose pedal showers
A teddy bear for company?
A day up at the spa (spa)
While I'm at the barbershop
And you know it's all on me
Can you take a break-break?
So that we can play-play?
I know that you about your money
Reservations today
Girl don't be late-late
No Stevie, but isn't she lovely?
HWY
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I'm tryna take lil mama shopping (shopping)
You know that she taking her time (time)
She sitting here talking bout tatting it up just so she can just show it's mine (it's mine)
I'm nodding my head tryna wrap it all up, tryna get to the wine-the dine
Lil mama be getting ahead
But today we don't care what it cost
Her body be slicker than soft (soft)
Im playing the Rickety Ross (boss)
Im fresh as a bitch
Im dripping in fluid, yeah dripping like voss
Im up in her mind and she tryna grind (Like Pretty Ricky?)
Tony Hawk (I'm not gone lie that was tough my nigga)
HWY
Ugh
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I'm riding around and I'm flexing and doing my thang she like it better when HWY come sang
If I had ever had fumbled her love no it won't sting, but yeah it's gone stang
Prolly gone fall on them drugs
She got the Tsung yeah with Shang
Mortal Kombat
Lui Kang
Can't stop what
I bring
HWY Sos
Bang-Bang
Let's make a toast
To the gang
Yeah-yeah-yeah
If she like flowers, it really don't matter
Cause if I'm done other niggas need ladders
Or if she leaving, her mama, I tatter
Niggas was running but I was just faster
Sometimes I be preaching, I should be a pastor
You think you don't matter, but yes you do matter
They hate when I talk cause I'm better with grammar
HWY (ugh)
They hate when I talk cause I'm better with grammar
I'm very exquisite, she said I got manners
This shit that I'm smoking yeah it got me stammered
I'm more than a artist, I'm more than a rapper
You thought it was over but here go the dagger
Ya'll know what the f*ck going on man
Everything I touch playa man
You know?
HWY
Ugh
HWY
Yeah
Na-na-na
Run that one back
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English
Wassup HWY?
Uh-huh
I don't remember what she said, yeah she just left me on read
Ugh
HWY
Do all the women Still Like flowers?
Rose pedal showers
A teddy bear for company?
A day up at the spa (spa)
While I'm at the barbershop
And you know it's all on me
Can you take a break-break?
So that we can play-play?
I know that you about your money
Reservations today
Girl don't be late-late
No Stevie, but isn't she lovely?
HWY
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I'm tryna take lil mama shopping (shopping)
You know that she taking her time (time)
She sitting here talking bout tatting it up just so she can just show it's mine (it's mine)
I'm nodding my head tryna wrap it all up, tryna get to the wine-the dine
Lil mama be getting ahead
But today we don't care what it cost
Her body be slicker than soft (soft)
Im playing the Rickety Ross (boss)
Im fresh as a bitch
Im dripping in fluid, yeah dripping like voss
Im up in her mind and she tryna grind (Like Pretty Ricky?)
Tony Hawk (I'm not gone lie that was tough my nigga)
HWY
Ugh
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I'm riding around and I'm flexing and doing my thang she like it better when HWY come sang
If I had ever had fumbled her love no it won't sting, but yeah it's gone stang
Prolly gone fall on them drugs
She got the Tsung yeah with Shang
Mortal Kombat
Lui Kang
Can't stop what
I bring
HWY Sos
Bang-Bang
Let's make a toast
To the gang
Yeah-yeah-yeah
If she like flowers, it really don't matter
Cause if I'm done other niggas need ladders
Or if she leaving, her mama, I tatter
Niggas was running but I was just faster
Sometimes I be preaching, I should be a pastor
You think you don't matter, but yes you do matter
They hate when I talk cause I'm better with grammar
HWY (ugh)
They hate when I talk cause I'm better with grammar
I'm very exquisite, she said I got manners
This shit that I'm smoking yeah it got me stammered
I'm more than a artist, I'm more than a rapper
You thought it was over but here go the dagger
Ya'll know what the f*ck going on man
Everything I touch playa man
You know?
HWY
Ugh
HWY
Yeah
Na-na-na
Run that one back
Uh-huh
I don't remember what she said, yeah she just left me on read
Ugh
HWY
Do all the women Still Like flowers?
Rose pedal showers
A teddy bear for company?
A day up at the spa (spa)
While I'm at the barbershop
And you know it's all on me
Can you take a break-break?
So that we can play-play?
I know that you about your money
Reservations today
Girl don't be late-late
No Stevie, but isn't she lovely?
HWY
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I'm tryna take lil mama shopping (shopping)
You know that she taking her time (time)
She sitting here talking bout tatting it up just so she can just show it's mine (it's mine)
I'm nodding my head tryna wrap it all up, tryna get to the wine-the dine
Lil mama be getting ahead
But today we don't care what it cost
Her body be slicker than soft (soft)
Im playing the Rickety Ross (boss)
Im fresh as a bitch
Im dripping in fluid, yeah dripping like voss
Im up in her mind and she tryna grind (Like Pretty Ricky?)
Tony Hawk (I'm not gone lie that was tough my nigga)
HWY
Ugh
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I'm riding around and I'm flexing and doing my thang she like it better when HWY come sang
If I had ever had fumbled her love no it won't sting, but yeah it's gone stang
Prolly gone fall on them drugs
She got the Tsung yeah with Shang
Mortal Kombat
Lui Kang
Can't stop what
I bring
HWY Sos
Bang-Bang
Let's make a toast
To the gang
Yeah-yeah-yeah
If she like flowers, it really don't matter
Cause if I'm done other niggas need ladders
Or if she leaving, her mama, I tatter
Niggas was running but I was just faster
Sometimes I be preaching, I should be a pastor
You think you don't matter, but yes you do matter
They hate when I talk cause I'm better with grammar
HWY (ugh)
They hate when I talk cause I'm better with grammar
I'm very exquisite, she said I got manners
This shit that I'm smoking yeah it got me stammered
I'm more than a artist, I'm more than a rapper
You thought it was over but here go the dagger
Ya'll know what the f*ck going on man
Everything I touch playa man
You know?
HWY
Ugh
HWY
Yeah
Na-na-na
Run that one back
Writer: JONATHAN BLATCH
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