"How I Wanna" lyrics
Warhol.SS & Seddy Hendrinx Lyrics
Spend time how I wanna
Underdogs, we done made a stamp in pop culture
Times I was low, feel like I ain't want it
The swag been embedded in this shit, he can't clone it
Aye, making niggas mad, that's a top favorite
Buy a bag, but I ain't taught her nothing I taught Kayla
Too turnt, can't stop, that's a known fact
Wrap verses in bows, that's a whole package
On the second floor of the crib tryna rap my verse, but niggas too loud
I done hit that pussy on the couch, I'm trapped, I can't get out
Them 2950 staters ain't getting money, nigga, watch ya mouth
I'll slap fire out ya bro, I'll slap fire out ya bitch
I'm cracking shit like Ritz, count cheese, that's worth my grits
Niggas hate from way outside the club, get the fuck up off my dick
Yo bitch say she don't want no scrub, got TLC in my mix
Got THC in my hmm, nigga fried just like it's churches
Me and bro got hoes but we count these rolls, ain't worried about those, nah
I get mad, shit happen to people, you better pray we hash it out
Bro got flavors of all the fish, you getting lobster or some trout
She fucking with attitude, she tryna choke me with her blouse
Scratch her off my list with all these hits, I need a new one
Bro, he trafficking the bitch, a transport, it's in her uvula
That 15 got me on Brett Favre, it ain't much to do with him
Bitch went up at 30, trying to slurp me, that's my birdie
Hit the parking lot, I'm steady swerving, talking 'bout swerving
Niggas mad about that bitch, he trying to murk me, trying to hurt me
Push that pussy up, ain't break no sweat, I ain't talkin' 'bout burpees
Every fucking day I'm hustling, they don't understand me
I got money on my mind, that's why I'm rocking headbands
Trying to blow me down and hold me down, she like a cool fan
I drop like eight or twelve bars for a cool ten
Spend time how I wanna
Underdogs, we done made a stamp in pop culture
Times I was low, feel like I ain't want it
The swag been embedded in this shit, he can't clone it
Aye, making niggas mad, that's a top favorite
Buy a bag but, I ain't taught her nothing I taught Kayla
Too turnt, can't stop, that's a known fact
Wrap verses in bows, that's a whole package
Underdogs, we done made a stamp in pop culture
Times I was low, feel like I ain't want it
The swag been embedded in this shit, he can't clone it
Aye, making niggas mad, that's a top favorite
Buy a bag, but I ain't taught her nothing I taught Kayla
Too turnt, can't stop, that's a known fact
Wrap verses in bows, that's a whole package
On the second floor of the crib tryna rap my verse, but niggas too loud
I done hit that pussy on the couch, I'm trapped, I can't get out
Them 2950 staters ain't getting money, nigga, watch ya mouth
I'll slap fire out ya bro, I'll slap fire out ya bitch
I'm cracking shit like Ritz, count cheese, that's worth my grits
Niggas hate from way outside the club, get the fuck up off my dick
Yo bitch say she don't want no scrub, got TLC in my mix
Got THC in my hmm, nigga fried just like it's churches
Me and bro got hoes but we count these rolls, ain't worried about those, nah
I get mad, shit happen to people, you better pray we hash it out
Bro got flavors of all the fish, you getting lobster or some trout
She fucking with attitude, she tryna choke me with her blouse
Scratch her off my list with all these hits, I need a new one
Bro, he trafficking the bitch, a transport, it's in her uvula
That 15 got me on Brett Favre, it ain't much to do with him
Bitch went up at 30, trying to slurp me, that's my birdie
Hit the parking lot, I'm steady swerving, talking 'bout swerving
Niggas mad about that bitch, he trying to murk me, trying to hurt me
Push that pussy up, ain't break no sweat, I ain't talkin' 'bout burpees
Every fucking day I'm hustling, they don't understand me
I got money on my mind, that's why I'm rocking headbands
Trying to blow me down and hold me down, she like a cool fan
I drop like eight or twelve bars for a cool ten
Spend time how I wanna
Underdogs, we done made a stamp in pop culture
Times I was low, feel like I ain't want it
The swag been embedded in this shit, he can't clone it
Aye, making niggas mad, that's a top favorite
Buy a bag but, I ain't taught her nothing I taught Kayla
Too turnt, can't stop, that's a known fact
Wrap verses in bows, that's a whole package
Writer(s): Zahir Myles
