[Verse 1: YN Jay]
[?]
[?]
Baby, can you touch your toes for me?
Bend over butt naked, no clothes for me
Make sure your nails done, and your toes for me
Streets colder than a bitch, got my nose running
Threw a party for my bitches, all my hoes coming
Doing 7's in 11's, all my lows coming
I can see your calf muscle, why your clothes flooded?
[?] lightyear, got my hoes buzzing
I ain't got no doorbell, you get buzzed in
Best believe she get fucked, if your ho clubbing
Too much ice on my body, got my nose running
I take a minute to heat up, I'm like an old oven
Racing to the coochie house, I see somе hoes running
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Racing to the coochie housе, see some hoes, they running
Don't start sucking my dick slow when you knows that I'm cumming
Hoes all [?] shows [?] they know I'm a stunner
Quarterbacking with that cash, can throw it or punt it
She got that ass up on her back, but I won't put my thumb in
I be looking cooler than some fucking slow mo when I'm running
T-shirt, that's how I wear a bitch out
[?] that's how I tear a bitch out
Running water, that's how she running her mouth
I got some 27 dollar bitches, that run in her house
[?] don't talk, less you talking with ediket
Hundred thousand dollar jewlery, still gotta [?]
[?] that's who you better get
Told a bitch get out twice, like a speech impediment
Yeah, I might fuck me an ugly joint
But she got some ass, so it take off some ugly points
Detroit lane, go pass the blunt to my other joint
Riding through the hood, all the kids gon fucking point
My neck is icy, wrist is icy, yeah
Bad lil bitch, she didn't like me, yeah
[?] this year, she better like me, yeah
Pulled up in that brand new Nike gear
Bad lil bitch, she likes the wear I wear
All my clothes, all my stylesh hair
Bad lil bitch that [?] my hair
When I come around, they gotta stare
[?]
[?]
Baby, can you touch your toes for me?
Bend over butt naked, no clothes for me
Make sure your nails done, and your toes for me
Streets colder than a bitch, got my nose running
Threw a party for my bitches, all my hoes coming
Doing 7's in 11's, all my lows coming
I can see your calf muscle, why your clothes flooded?
[?] lightyear, got my hoes buzzing
I ain't got no doorbell, you get buzzed in
Best believe she get fucked, if your ho clubbing
Too much ice on my body, got my nose running
I take a minute to heat up, I'm like an old oven
Racing to the coochie house, I see somе hoes running
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Racing to the coochie housе, see some hoes, they running
Don't start sucking my dick slow when you knows that I'm cumming
Hoes all [?] shows [?] they know I'm a stunner
Quarterbacking with that cash, can throw it or punt it
She got that ass up on her back, but I won't put my thumb in
I be looking cooler than some fucking slow mo when I'm running
T-shirt, that's how I wear a bitch out
[?] that's how I tear a bitch out
Running water, that's how she running her mouth
I got some 27 dollar bitches, that run in her house
[?] don't talk, less you talking with ediket
Hundred thousand dollar jewlery, still gotta [?]
[?] that's who you better get
Told a bitch get out twice, like a speech impediment
Yeah, I might fuck me an ugly joint
But she got some ass, so it take off some ugly points
Detroit lane, go pass the blunt to my other joint
Riding through the hood, all the kids gon fucking point
My neck is icy, wrist is icy, yeah
Bad lil bitch, she didn't like me, yeah
[?] this year, she better like me, yeah
Pulled up in that brand new Nike gear
Bad lil bitch, she likes the wear I wear
All my clothes, all my stylesh hair
Bad lil bitch that [?] my hair
When I come around, they gotta stare
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