WTS Lyrics

Two blunts white runts, call them bitches Bella Twins

Where do I begin? Still commiting sin

Knowing I ain't perfect, I don't even pretend. Here we go again

Problem after problem, times that with ten

A bitch is not one, tell her bring a friend

Tell her comprehend, rip the runway, walk, spin again, shawty goin in

We trying to win, now they follow back

How you thought of that? Gotta roger that

She about to sack, look like Paula Pat

How I ought to act? I know all the facts

Bestie all on me, I peep all of that

Put the pussy on me, I ain't even call her back

Insecurities you got her in her feeling

Put that money on her made her drop the ceiling

I'm so player-made, living renegade

I get out my body, you stuck in your ways

What I gotta pay to get you energetic

Gotta get that money, care for how you sell it

You ain't gotta tell me I know you in love

I don't know the feeling, I'm just trying to fuck

Tryna see wassup

Special when I touch

Say nobody eat it like I eat that butt

Drill her till I nut, jewelry still on

Record it on the phone, got her head gone

Deezy dead wrong? She be with the shit

She ain't innocent, she gon' eat the dick

She be coming on, ion turn her down

I just turn her around, mr pound time

I'ma throw it deep love the way she frown

Dancing in that pussy think im James Brown

Uh, is you with the shit or you ain't

We get intimate, when we get drank

She like, hurry up, I can't

Wait, wait

I need a nympho times ten

She ain't nasty, nasty, bring a friend

She ain't nasty, nasty, nasty, bring a friend

Uh, is you with the shit or you ain't

We get intimate when we get drank

She like, hurry up, I can't

Wait, wait

I need a nympho times ten

She ain't nasty, nasty, bring a friend

She ain't nasty, nasty, nasty bring a friend