DESPACITO! ft. vÉ Lyrics

Aye

Shawty throwing it back

Got a bitch by my side, and she carrying my strap, like

Lemme count up my racks

10k on my neck, and I still got hella bands, like

Woah

I be smokin that loud

living fucking lavish, like mama are you proud, like

Woah

Bitch look at me now

Bitches fall in love, when I look into the crowd, like

Uh

Shawty throwing it back

Got a bitch by my side, and she carrying my strap, like

Lemme count up my racks

10k on my neck, and I still got hella bands, like

Woah

I be smokin that loud

living fucking lavish, like mama are you proud, like

Woah

Bitch look at me now

Bitches fall in love, when I look into the crowd, like

Shawty carrying my strap

If you got a fuckin problem, you know where the fuck I'm at, like

I be swimming in stacks

Motherfuckers hella mad, because I got what they lack, like

Aye

Don't make a fucking sound

Ima shoot you in the back with nobody else around, like

Hoes call me profound

But I get better shit to do I'm flying in the clouds

Yo

I'll find it in the clouds

Get so high on flower, I ain't never touch the ground, uh

Shawty spin around let me see what its about, uh

In between the lines like I'm filling in the grout, uh

Put my dick in her mouth, and my nut down the south

And I come to her house, I ain't fucking around

bitch I'm tryna have kids, buy a house start a family

Ima still stay strapped cuz that shit is handy, woah

What the fuck happening?

Acid in my brain, kill these demons I'm battling

Straggling, haggling, taking a battering

When your bitch rides me in cowgirl she's saddling

(Chill dawg..)

(Nonononononononono)

Aye

Shawty throwing it back

Got a bitch by my side, and she carrying my strap, like

Lemme count up my racks

10k on my neck, and I still got hella bands, like

Woah

I be smokin that loud

living fucking lavish, like mama are you proud, like

Woah

Bitch look at me now

Bitches fall in love, when I look into the crowd, like

Uh

Shawty throwing it back

Got a bitch by my side, and she carrying my strap, like

Lemme count up my racks

10k on my neck, and I still got hella bands, like

Woah

I be smokin that loud

living fucking lavish, like mama are you proud, like

Woah

Bitch look at me now

Bitches fall in love, when I look into the crowd, like