[Intro]
(Steelo Beats, bitch)
(HerbMadeThisBeat)
What I'm tryna figure out
Why your nigga keep trying to come home with me?
(Lil Kayla, what's up?)
[Chorus]
Yeah, you keep on callin', but he will not answer (But he will not answer)
I'm in here actin' like the nigga private dancer (Like his private dancer)
He want me to be his private chauffeur (To be his private chauffeur)
So I rode that boy like a rollercoaster, yeah (Like a rollercoaster)
I get on it (I get on it), and get to it (And get to it)
I get on it (I get on it), and get to it (And get to it)
Boy, yeah, I do me (Boy, yeah), boy, yeah, do me (Boy, yeah)
Don't stop (Don't stop), do me, boy, pop
[Verse 1]
If you don't know about me, I'm Lil K from the Bay (Lil K from the Bay)
No matter what I do, you know them bitches gon' hate (You know them bitches gon' hate)
I ain't never gave a fuck what a bitch have to say (Nah)
'Cause they ain't gon' say that shit to my motherfuckin' face
And not to mention that your nigga want a taste
You keep talkin' down, he gon' fuck me either way
You get too out of line, watch me glide it on his face
Hurt the nigga lil' feelings, then I send him on his way, bitch
(Steelo Beats, bitch)
(HerbMadeThisBeat)
What I'm tryna figure out
Why your nigga keep trying to come home with me?
(Lil Kayla, what's up?)
[Chorus]
Yeah, you keep on callin', but he will not answer (But he will not answer)
I'm in here actin' like the nigga private dancer (Like his private dancer)
He want me to be his private chauffeur (To be his private chauffeur)
So I rode that boy like a rollercoaster, yeah (Like a rollercoaster)
I get on it (I get on it), and get to it (And get to it)
I get on it (I get on it), and get to it (And get to it)
Boy, yeah, I do me (Boy, yeah), boy, yeah, do me (Boy, yeah)
Don't stop (Don't stop), do me, boy, pop
[Verse 1]
If you don't know about me, I'm Lil K from the Bay (Lil K from the Bay)
No matter what I do, you know them bitches gon' hate (You know them bitches gon' hate)
I ain't never gave a fuck what a bitch have to say (Nah)
'Cause they ain't gon' say that shit to my motherfuckin' face
And not to mention that your nigga want a taste
You keep talkin' down, he gon' fuck me either way
You get too out of line, watch me glide it on his face
Hurt the nigga lil' feelings, then I send him on his way, bitch
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