At Em’ Lyrics – Tokyo Jetz
Singer: Tokyo Jetz
Title: At Em’
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Hoe problems never been a problem lil’ b#tch
And when it’s that my messy like to start ’em and sh#t
It’s two things that a b#tch ain’t ever seen
That’s a UFO and a n#gg# that I need
You must think I’m green, must think I’m your baby mama or what
I want you to eat this p#ss# with no drama or what
Can’t lay with me and pillow talk like you a hoe boy
Let you eat it up can’t beat it up you gots to go boy
Love what a n#gg# do and you come trippin in your feelings
n#gg# you be tripping, you be tryna sneak my pictures
If we f#ckin’ boy you bet not run your mouth
U better keep it on the low cause I got a n#gg# at the house
Made me buy me tittys, he ain’t seen yet
Said I’m outside and I mean that
Love when he eat me up while I be leaned back
Ain’t friendly I ain’t tryna meet your n#gg#s
‘Cause b#tch I might double back
Hate when I pick a n#gg# and his friend got that sack
I call your phone
b#tch you don’t answer then don’t hit back
‘Cause I’ma hit somebody else
And I’ma leave you by yourself
Treat ’em how they treat these hoes
Like a weak b#tch
Duck ’em and don’t f#ck ’em
He belong to do Streetz b#tch
Let it go, let it go
That n#gg# ain’t sh#t, b#tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n#gg# ain’t sh#t, b#tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n#gg# ain’t sh#t, b#tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n#gg# ain’t sh#t, b#tch, let it go
He know p#ss# perfect
Spend it ’cause it’s worth it
Do it with no effort
Flip it, shake it and reverse it
Got my own money I like his too
If he got a baby mama I like kids too
Faking with his mama
She be smiling in my face
Don’t think she on your side
‘Cause all that n#gg# people fake
She f#ck with who round she just like that fa the moment
Don’t let them call you sis ’cause all that n#gg#s people phony
Keep them n#gg#s private, b#tch, don’t post them on your page
Don’t meet him at the crib make ’em take you on a date
When you decide to f#ck ’em put it down like no other and
If the dick be wack then double back them ain’t his brothers
You can’t prove you hit then b#tch you lying then it’s cap
Don’t let no n#gg# take you have you chillin’ in no trap
I’ma give you rules play the game like you ain’t weak
Jus get what you need and give that n#gg# to the streets
Don’t let that n#gg# trap you b#tch don’t go raw with no freak
And don’t be sending nudes if you care bout ’em getting leaked
Thirsty #ss n#gg#s get that head and b#tch you leave
First you get that bread and with the next b#tch you repeat
Let it go, let it go
That n#gg# ain’t sh#t, b#tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n#gg# ain’t sh#t, b#tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n#gg# ain’t sh#t, b#tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n#gg# ain’t sh#t, b#tch, let it go
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