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Shay.Wyld - Escape. Lyrics



Shay.Wyld - Escape. Lyrics




Stay in the bag, fu*k if you mad grinding on a daily
Breaking all the rules, that's just how I move, way too cool to hate me
I been waiting on a motha fu*king break all week
Living sucka free and that's how we gone be
Had to focus on the dream that's why I'm getting cream
Let some people go, it was all about the energy
Time to ease my mind
Get a raw let me roll my pine
Yo ni**a want this kitty cat but fu*k him waste his time
Quite testing me, check my pedigree
Country queen with recipe
Not letting these folks get the best of me
So if you think you are
You're not stressing me
Vibrations off the meter we lit
Why would I worry? I ain't worried about no b*tch
That's why the kid moves solo
Sticking to the grind on the low low
Give a fu*k what these hating h*es talking bout
They all gay when the motha fu*k lights go out

Fu*k some friends, me and my baby about to ride out
Kush blowing in the wind
Get cha mind right
These b*tches hate so let em do it
Can't let em kill the mood
They tryna put the vibe out
Now grind (Grind)
Do what you do baby show me some more
Ima just lay back and shuffle the doe
French inhailing the smoke
Had to cash out on an ass so phat
Show me the ropes baby how you do that?
Juggle the booty blew a stack on the cutie, fell in love with the booty
Juicy like a fruit snack

In a room full of big booty b*tches
Stripper poles drop it low no switches
Looking at me like girl come get this
Shaking off her drawers for the cause no bullsh*t
Behind closed doors doing god knows
All fours, yoga pose
Show me what it do for that cash code
Ass every where. Overload
Back it up like a dump truck
Done spilt my remy, bout drunk as fu*k
North side. Where you at
Looking my ass she know that thang phat
I'm looking for the chick with an ass like a bubble
Digging through the curves bout broke my shovel
Can't get enough better make that a double
Use both hands, tight grip, no fumble
Action, camera, lights
Sh*t you know what I mean
Shawty got down on the floor
Like a motha fu*king pro, baby scooping up cream
Got the finest chick she a whole meal
Ass poke in them gold heels
5'3 kitty so sweet
And that motha fu*ker purrs when I go deep

Fu*k some friends, me and my baby about to ride out
Kush blowing in the wind
Get cha mind right
These b*tches hate so let em do it
Can't let em kill the mood
They tryna put the vibe out
Now grind (Grind)
Do what you do baby show me some more
Ima just lay back and shuffle the doe
French inhailing the smoke
Had to cash out on an ass so phat
Show me the ropes baby how you do that?
Juggle the booty blew a stack on the cutie, fell in love with the booty
Juicy like a fruit snack
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Stay in the bag, fu*k if you mad grinding on a daily
Breaking all the rules, that's just how I move, way too cool to hate me
I been waiting on a motha fu*king break all week
Living sucka free and that's how we gone be
Had to focus on the dream that's why I'm getting cream
Let some people go, it was all about the energy
Time to ease my mind
Get a raw let me roll my pine
Yo ni**a want this kitty cat but fu*k him waste his time
Quite testing me, check my pedigree
Country queen with recipe
Not letting these folks get the best of me
So if you think you are
You're not stressing me
Vibrations off the meter we lit
Why would I worry? I ain't worried about no b*tch
That's why the kid moves solo
Sticking to the grind on the low low
Give a fu*k what these hating h*es talking bout
They all gay when the motha fu*k lights go out

Fu*k some friends, me and my baby about to ride out
Kush blowing in the wind
Get cha mind right
These b*tches hate so let em do it
Can't let em kill the mood
They tryna put the vibe out
Now grind (Grind)
Do what you do baby show me some more
Ima just lay back and shuffle the doe
French inhailing the smoke
Had to cash out on an ass so phat
Show me the ropes baby how you do that?
Juggle the booty blew a stack on the cutie, fell in love with the booty
Juicy like a fruit snack

In a room full of big booty b*tches
Stripper poles drop it low no switches
Looking at me like girl come get this
Shaking off her drawers for the cause no bullsh*t
Behind closed doors doing god knows
All fours, yoga pose
Show me what it do for that cash code
Ass every where. Overload
Back it up like a dump truck
Done spilt my remy, bout drunk as fu*k
North side. Where you at
Looking my ass she know that thang phat
I'm looking for the chick with an ass like a bubble
Digging through the curves bout broke my shovel
Can't get enough better make that a double
Use both hands, tight grip, no fumble
Action, camera, lights
Sh*t you know what I mean
Shawty got down on the floor
Like a motha fu*king pro, baby scooping up cream
Got the finest chick she a whole meal
Ass poke in them gold heels
5'3 kitty so sweet
And that motha fu*ker purrs when I go deep

Fu*k some friends, me and my baby about to ride out
Kush blowing in the wind
Get cha mind right
These b*tches hate so let em do it
Can't let em kill the mood
They tryna put the vibe out
Now grind (Grind)
Do what you do baby show me some more
Ima just lay back and shuffle the doe
French inhailing the smoke
Had to cash out on an ass so phat
Show me the ropes baby how you do that?
Juggle the booty blew a stack on the cutie, fell in love with the booty
Juicy like a fruit snack
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Writer: Amanda Rhodes
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