Skyfall ft. C. Truth Lyrics

Shawty pull up, I just need that liquor for the cook up

Shawty hit my line finna hook up

She been on the corner like a hooker, double book her, Devin Booker

When I'm up, up in the field now

New Stilettos, she up in her heels now

I'm deep inside her guts, she in her feels now

She done fell in love, but he ain't real now

Two hundred seventeen, brand new pop out looking clean

Lil shawd' want me to bust it, like it Simmies in '03

I get stimmy, stomach skinny and she fit it like it's P

Spending fifty's, hundred's, but bitch I ain't spending shit for

That's a stretch, yeah

Yoga and pilates, i'm about to break her neck, yeah

You still chasing pussy, we just chasing after check, yeah

You still waiting on deposits just so you can flex, yeah

Magic on my wrist, bad bitch on my dick

I just walk in with the clique and I hit her with the quickness

Keep it like two-hundred, but that shit be only business

Lord give me a witness, work it like it's fitness

No, I cannot kick it and she wanna bring her sis in

Know this shit a wrap, lil shawty think this shit is Christmas

And I be a drug lil shawty say she wanna hit this

No, this ain't no C-B, T-Pain, I ain't tryna kiss kiss

I know, this is not a game like double oh

Seven ways to heaven with the pole

Toting with the reverends holy smokes

I just leave the rubbers on the nightstand

Bitch I really do this shit, lil bitch I ain't no hype man

Standing on my money and my checks and I'm five-ten

Fettuccine & linguine, i'm like Feeny teach you like this and it be on sight nigga

Stacking green in my jeans with these chips it looks like guacamole

Bitches get offended when I mention what my momma told me

She said, "fuck these bitches, get that money cause most people phony

And if you fall in love just make sure she knows how to polish trophies"

And I said it you ain't never know me

I just peep the switch up, know you bitch'd up, we was never homies

Baby I can't love you cause I love me, I be by my lonely

I ain't never need you niggas, put that shit right on my mommy

Magic on my wrist, bad bitch on my dick

I just walk in with the clique and I hit her with the quickness

Keep it like two-hundred, but that shit be only business

Lord give me a witness, work it like it's fitness

No, I cannot kick it and she wanna bring her sis in

Know this shit a wrap, lil shawty think this shit is Christmas

And I be a drug lil shawty say she wanna hit this

No, this ain't no C-B, T-Pain, I ain't tryna kiss kiss