Yeah
She wanna spit on it, lick on it
Uh, yeah
She wanna get up and sit on it
She know I ain't got no big homie
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
She know I ain't got no big homie
I got it on, some shit on me
I make these bitches come get on me
I'm sellin' dog, got a pit on me
Spent too much money on drip for this shit to have lint on it
Pull off the lot, put the tint on it
You better not be on your block when we spin on it
I'm in a stolen Trackhawk with no VIN numbers
Say he gon' rob me, stop it, dude, mission impossible
She wanna blow on this dick like a popsicle
She wanna let her friend come and watch it too
I'ma just make it rain the George Washingtons
I don't see nobody stoppin' us
Ghetto Boyz can do a lot for ya
I get money and I'm popular
Movin' like we in the mafia
She let me pop off a Perc', now she poppin' us
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Ayy, everywhere I go, it look like I'm a lick
Ain't got shit but Amiri and Rick on me (the know that)
Ain't rockin' no charm, only put on a watch
How I still left the crib with a brick on me? (Uh, ayy)
Ain't been on my block in like over a year
But I'm still in the hood like a big homie (Swerve)
Gotta give my security one-fifty a year
But I still left the brib with a stick on me, bitch
Worth eight figures, put six on your clique (go)
One hundred thousand ain't shit 'cause I'm rich
Palms be sweaty, but my shit'll itch
Guns be legal, we still got a switch (brrt)
Labels be trippin', we shit on 'em (shittin' on 'em)
I'm independent, I been on it (I been on it)
All of my whips got the tint on it (come on)
When we spinnin' it, she lick on it, spit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
I Told Her Video (MV)
Performed By: Peezy
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: ay29areyoumad, Herbert Randall Wright III, Nikita Laremchuk, Phillip Peaks
Peezy - I Told Her Lyrics
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Yeah
She wanna spit on it, lick on it
Uh, yeah
She wanna get up and sit on it
She know I ain't got no big homie
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
She know I ain't got no big homie
I got it on, some shit on me
I make these bitches come get on me
I'm sellin' dog, got a pit on me
Spent too much money on drip for this shit to have lint on it
Pull off the lot, put the tint on it
You better not be on your block when we spin on it
I'm in a stolen Trackhawk with no VIN numbers
Say he gon' rob me, stop it, dude, mission impossible
She wanna blow on this dick like a popsicle
She wanna let her friend come and watch it too
I'ma just make it rain the George Washingtons
I don't see nobody stoppin' us
Ghetto Boyz can do a lot for ya
I get money and I'm popular
Movin' like we in the mafia
She let me pop off a Perc', now she poppin' us
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Ayy, everywhere I go, it look like I'm a lick
Ain't got shit but Amiri and Rick on me (the know that)
Ain't rockin' no charm, only put on a watch
How I still left the crib with a brick on me? (Uh, ayy)
Ain't been on my block in like over a year
But I'm still in the hood like a big homie (Swerve)
Gotta give my security one-fifty a year
But I still left the brib with a stick on me, bitch
Worth eight figures, put six on your clique (go)
One hundred thousand ain't shit 'cause I'm rich
Palms be sweaty, but my shit'll itch
Guns be legal, we still got a switch (brrt)
Labels be trippin', we shit on 'em (shittin' on 'em)
I'm independent, I been on it (I been on it)
All of my whips got the tint on it (come on)
When we spinnin' it, she lick on it, spit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
She wanna spit on it, lick on it
Uh, yeah
She wanna get up and sit on it
She know I ain't got no big homie
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
She know I ain't got no big homie
I got it on, some shit on me
I make these bitches come get on me
I'm sellin' dog, got a pit on me
Spent too much money on drip for this shit to have lint on it
Pull off the lot, put the tint on it
You better not be on your block when we spin on it
I'm in a stolen Trackhawk with no VIN numbers
Say he gon' rob me, stop it, dude, mission impossible
She wanna blow on this dick like a popsicle
She wanna let her friend come and watch it too
I'ma just make it rain the George Washingtons
I don't see nobody stoppin' us
Ghetto Boyz can do a lot for ya
I get money and I'm popular
Movin' like we in the mafia
She let me pop off a Perc', now she poppin' us
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Ayy, everywhere I go, it look like I'm a lick
Ain't got shit but Amiri and Rick on me (the know that)
Ain't rockin' no charm, only put on a watch
How I still left the crib with a brick on me? (Uh, ayy)
Ain't been on my block in like over a year
But I'm still in the hood like a big homie (Swerve)
Gotta give my security one-fifty a year
But I still left the brib with a stick on me, bitch
Worth eight figures, put six on your clique (go)
One hundred thousand ain't shit 'cause I'm rich
Palms be sweaty, but my shit'll itch
Guns be legal, we still got a switch (brrt)
Labels be trippin', we shit on 'em (shittin' on 'em)
I'm independent, I been on it (I been on it)
All of my whips got the tint on it (come on)
When we spinnin' it, she lick on it, spit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
Come spit on it, sit on it
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her
Writer: ay29areyoumad, Herbert Randall Wright III, Nikita Laremchuk, Phillip Peaks
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Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING