Yeah yeah
Sole'
Bitchbagade comin
Throw' em up throw' em up now
Chorus: Iy yi yi tonight
See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight
See ya check ya nigga why why why tonight
Make a nigga dump a hoe for this
Roll with this get up in it
(repeat)
The shower when the phone ring lookin for me now that figures
Then door bell who could it be its my niggas
Wanna get up in my closet and floss it
Make a move never used but I'm grabbin and tossin
Comin too still new but I'm lookin for shoes to rock wit
Get the tightest jeans gouchie with these lock wit
Little panties but I'm ditchin the bra no back in it
Got the tightest strings know what I mean no slack in it
Yell for KC see if she ready lets ride
Hearin my other girls pull in the drive outside
Last brace see the angel with lass all night
Check the locks blow this nigga a kiss from last night
Get my keys and I'm droppin the top S K
Blowin in the wind wavin or not parlay
With the range and the six in the rear its all rubber
We stunnin niggas runnin my bitchbagade comin
Chorus: two times
Roll with nothin but the finest of bitches in my crew
Havin niggas thought of finest and riches in my crew
We at the club aint no standin in line stroll through
Had to shut it down so the bagade can roll through
Sayin nuthin and these niggas is sweatin come wit it
Know they want the ass watchin em bettin on who get it
Its a no go if you no dough fooget it
Dont like you can roll the fuck out or roll wit it
Bout 5 of the finest you seen in yo life
Make ya question why the hoe that you wit is yo wife
At the bar niggas spillin they drinks on they slacks
Comin through we just stoppin they women in they tracks
Out to rob lookin like we a page in playboy
Hear me flow sit knowin that I'mma stay boy
Its Sole' what I'm sayin for us you pay boy
Pocahantas and my indian bitches dont play boy
Chorus: two times
Pack it up now we leavin the club lets ride
Screamin niggas follow closely behind outside
Time to go leavin wonderin why dream die
Thought you comin wit me heard it from who damn lie
Got to take you home workin tomorrow laced track
Puttin it down me and Santa forever blazed that
Hit the door and my nigga is waitin I'm wit that
Put it on him like a champion never for get that
Chorus: till fade
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Kevin Davis, Tonya Johnson
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