"Kawasaki" lyrics
"Kawasaki"
(What?)
(Boy)
(Whoa, whoa)
You dig? You dig?
Uno, I killed it
Ride it (What? Yeah, yeah, ride it)
Ride it just like it's a bike (Like it's a bike, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, skrrt)
Ride it like a Kawasaki (What? Vroom)
I know you want me, little baby, you look so excited (Look so excited, yeah, yeah, what?)
I wanna fuck you, little baby, so don't try to fight it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, what? What? What? What?)
Don't try to hide it (Don't try to hide it, hide)
I'ma pull out, but baby, don't bite it (Baby, don't bite, yeah, yeah, what?)
Pussy so motherfucking good, I might Brian McNight it (Yeah, yeah, sing)
She wanna be my baby mama, I haven't decided (Ooh, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(What? What?)
Switching my hoes (What? What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her put on Saint Laurent with her Girbuads (Yeah, what?)
I just you to want to come give me some neck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
While I'm smoking and pouring a four (Neck, what?)
Get me that big body Benz with the curtain that close
And the chrome on the nose (Yeah, yeah, skrrt)
Yeah (Yeah), whoa
She matching my clothes (Matching my clothes, what?)
I dig what little mama doing, she matching my flows (What? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just wan' eat it and beat it, she sucking and fucking and that is for sure (What? Yeah, yeah, whoa, what? What?)
I'm balling on niggas, I'm ready to dunk on they ho (whoa, what? Yeah, whoa)
(Look)
I'm balling on niggas, I'm ready to dunk on they ho (whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm balling on niggas, I'm ready to dunk on they ho
Call up the strippers that's fucking for Twitter (What? Yeah, what?)
And posing for cameras, sucking dick on pictures (Yeah, yeah, what?)
Don't talk to me wrong, I might fuck on your sister (What? What?)
Bullet holes in me, that boy shoulda killed him (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The Saint Laurent jacket with fur on the collar (What?)
I'm thinking it's probably chinchilla (What? Yeah, what?)
My bitch name is candy, she made with vanilla (Yeah)
Billy and Mandy and my name is Grim (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
That boy owe me money, I hope he can swim (What? Yeah)
No, you won't catch me in no Phillip Lim (What? Yeah)
I just want Ricky on my every limb (What? Yeah)
Beating the beat up, Ike Turner, not Tim (What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your ho play my song and you be like, "Not him" (What? Yeah)
Hop in the Wraith, not an Uber, my friend (What? Yeah)
I am from space, I am Invader Zim (What? Yeah)
This not a race, I just flew right by him (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ride it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Ride it just like it's a bike (Like it's a bike, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ride it like a Kawasaki (Oh, what?)
I know you want me, little baby, you look so excited (Look so excited, what? What?)
I wanna fuck you, little baby, so don't try to fight it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Don't try to hide it (Hide it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma pull out, but baby, don't bite it (Rrr)
Pussy so motherfucking good, I might Brian McNight it (Yeah, sing)
She wanna be my baby mama, I haven't decided (What? Whoa, what? What?)
(Boy)
Writer(s): Tony T Son, Troy Lane
- AZLyrics
- U
- UnoTheActivist Lyrics
mixtape:
"Live.Shyne.Die" (2017)
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