Club song Shynee (Ft. tenkay)
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[Intro: Tenkay]
I’ma pull up in a Urus, let’s go ride
Niggas ain’t makin’ no waves like a low tide
I ain’t flexing my strap on the gram cause’ I blow mine
Big ass 40 like a Tec on a oline
I’ma pull up in a Urus, let’s go ride
Niggas ain’t makin’ no waves like a low tide
I ain’t flexing my strap on the gram cause’ I blow mine
Big ass 40 like a Tec on a oline
(Whatever, other line hold on)
[Verse 1: Shynee]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah we all at the nightclub, locked in
I get all my guap from the God damn bins
Bringing pills to the prom 15’s and 10’s
Backend thrown I ain’t drinking no gin
Love what it’s for, on God I can’t love no whore
I don’t fuck with you bro close the door
In the backend, on the porch
Oh woah, he don’t get no guap i’m sure
I’m a raver ain’t you know?
All white fit in the comotombs
Vintage shirt I rock ancient clothes, oh woah
Back gettin’ throwed right off the dro, oh woah
I’ma do this shit by myself fuck a cosign
In the mood tryna die mixin’ pills with wine
I was shakin’ off the molly and I spilled a whole line
Yungshynee, I really stay like a demon with hoe eyes
I’ma pull up in a Urus, let’s go ride
Niggas ain’t makin’ no waves like a low tide
I ain’t flexing my strap on the gram cause’ I blow mine
Big ass 40 like a Tec on a oline
I’ma pull up in a Urus, let’s go ride
Niggas ain’t makin’ no waves like a low tide
I ain’t flexing my strap on the gram cause’ I blow mine
Big ass 40 like a Tec on a oline
(Whatever, other line hold on)
[Verse 1: Shynee]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah we all at the nightclub, locked in
I get all my guap from the God damn bins
Bringing pills to the prom 15’s and 10’s
Backend thrown I ain’t drinking no gin
Love what it’s for, on God I can’t love no whore
I don’t fuck with you bro close the door
In the backend, on the porch
Oh woah, he don’t get no guap i’m sure
I’m a raver ain’t you know?
All white fit in the comotombs
Vintage shirt I rock ancient clothes, oh woah
Back gettin’ throwed right off the dro, oh woah
I’ma do this shit by myself fuck a cosign
In the mood tryna die mixin’ pills with wine
I was shakin’ off the molly and I spilled a whole line
Yungshynee, I really stay like a demon with hoe eyes
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