Brooklyn Band Boss life big up yall selves Shotta yuh zeet Mmm mmmm
Yo i'm chilling back playing with a fat cat that i just lined up her pussy buff ass shit did you catch my drift
I'm chilling back playing with a fat cat that i just lined up her pussy buff ass shit did you catch my drift
When i say buff i aint' mean body buildin' but her pume' look like that shit body buildin'
Every time around this girl I get a feeling but it ain't 'cause she told me she want me to kill it
Man her pumes' was quite magical the wetness it produced was like a monsoon pause (rain dog)
Shotta Yute is so tactical i'm a bust a dance move pelvic-ally inside her pume' as she remove her draws
I like a arched back nice cute butt Shotta dills is like a juicer 'cause every time she bust and grind that pussy
Fruit up on my buddy head it just start to juice up yeah
Boy Band money is the anthem bad bitch you know i gotta have her
What's the odds the odds of a trapper click clack shoot em up and drop em
Click clack shots for the haters (haters) shots for the haters and all i wanna do is stay cool in my new kicks
Smoke a sour spliff and chill with my new chick sippin' Hennessy and f*ck in my new crib
Create abundance and chill with my old click (click click)
It's a new year yeah we made it started in the 80's i'm a 80's baby
Bigger bezel bigger crib checking off the check list almost broke the pen
The naughtiest is waiting in my bedroom she milly rock the cock with a costume
Poke it out and spread the cheeks don't go to fast catch the beat
And if they hate give them space and let hate they bound to have a date at 8 with 38
You said you wanna rock with the Boy Band incredible time to be alive it's lit man
Free the homies Zukk and Lace we still have faith
She wanna ride She wanna ride She wanna ride
With a Brooklyn Boy Banda she really wanna ride she really wanna ride she really wanna ride
With a Brooklyn Boy Banda really wanna ride she really wanna ride wit a Brooklyn Boy Banda
Pouring out the Henny for no reason sittin' here thinkin' in my zone
The Brooklyn Boy Band - She Wanna Ride (feat. So Poppin' Diz & Top Shotta Yute) Lyrics
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Brooklyn Band Boss life big up yall selves Shotta yuh zeet Mmm mmmm
Yo i'm chilling back playing with a fat cat that i just lined up her pussy buff ass shit did you catch my drift
I'm chilling back playing with a fat cat that i just lined up her pussy buff ass shit did you catch my drift
When i say buff i aint' mean body buildin' but her pume' look like that shit body buildin'
Every time around this girl I get a feeling but it ain't 'cause she told me she want me to kill it
Man her pumes' was quite magical the wetness it produced was like a monsoon pause (rain dog)
Shotta Yute is so tactical i'm a bust a dance move pelvic-ally inside her pume' as she remove her draws
I like a arched back nice cute butt Shotta dills is like a juicer 'cause every time she bust and grind that pussy
Fruit up on my buddy head it just start to juice up yeah
Boy Band money is the anthem bad bitch you know i gotta have her
What's the odds the odds of a trapper click clack shoot em up and drop em
Click clack shots for the haters (haters) shots for the haters and all i wanna do is stay cool in my new kicks
Smoke a sour spliff and chill with my new chick sippin' Hennessy and f*ck in my new crib
Create abundance and chill with my old click (click click)
It's a new year yeah we made it started in the 80's i'm a 80's baby
Bigger bezel bigger crib checking off the check list almost broke the pen
The naughtiest is waiting in my bedroom she milly rock the cock with a costume
Poke it out and spread the cheeks don't go to fast catch the beat
And if they hate give them space and let hate they bound to have a date at 8 with 38
You said you wanna rock with the Boy Band incredible time to be alive it's lit man
Free the homies Zukk and Lace we still have faith
She wanna ride She wanna ride She wanna ride
With a Brooklyn Boy Banda she really wanna ride she really wanna ride she really wanna ride
With a Brooklyn Boy Banda really wanna ride she really wanna ride wit a Brooklyn Boy Banda
Pouring out the Henny for no reason sittin' here thinkin' in my zone
Yo i'm chilling back playing with a fat cat that i just lined up her pussy buff ass shit did you catch my drift
I'm chilling back playing with a fat cat that i just lined up her pussy buff ass shit did you catch my drift
When i say buff i aint' mean body buildin' but her pume' look like that shit body buildin'
Every time around this girl I get a feeling but it ain't 'cause she told me she want me to kill it
Man her pumes' was quite magical the wetness it produced was like a monsoon pause (rain dog)
Shotta Yute is so tactical i'm a bust a dance move pelvic-ally inside her pume' as she remove her draws
I like a arched back nice cute butt Shotta dills is like a juicer 'cause every time she bust and grind that pussy
Fruit up on my buddy head it just start to juice up yeah
Boy Band money is the anthem bad bitch you know i gotta have her
What's the odds the odds of a trapper click clack shoot em up and drop em
Click clack shots for the haters (haters) shots for the haters and all i wanna do is stay cool in my new kicks
Smoke a sour spliff and chill with my new chick sippin' Hennessy and f*ck in my new crib
Create abundance and chill with my old click (click click)
It's a new year yeah we made it started in the 80's i'm a 80's baby
Bigger bezel bigger crib checking off the check list almost broke the pen
The naughtiest is waiting in my bedroom she milly rock the cock with a costume
Poke it out and spread the cheeks don't go to fast catch the beat
And if they hate give them space and let hate they bound to have a date at 8 with 38
You said you wanna rock with the Boy Band incredible time to be alive it's lit man
Free the homies Zukk and Lace we still have faith
She wanna ride She wanna ride She wanna ride
With a Brooklyn Boy Banda she really wanna ride she really wanna ride she really wanna ride
With a Brooklyn Boy Banda really wanna ride she really wanna ride wit a Brooklyn Boy Banda
Pouring out the Henny for no reason sittin' here thinkin' in my zone
Writer: lenny manswell, rashaad buchanan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid