LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS Lyrics

What you saying about me

What are you doing about it

Talk to me nicely B**

Senor

What are you saying

What are you doing about it

What you say

I wanna know

You better speak up

When a man is talking to you

You better speak up

When Meneer is speaking to you

I don't mind a little beef

N** I'm a stakeholder

Your girl's booty so big

Yeah we use it as a coaster

She got pressure eveytime when she pulls up

N**s using hand signs

It's hard for a lil B** like her to read

Between the lines when she got

The whole line bagging for her Numbers

Credit cards on the table yeah she be Uh

N** s well tapped in never hit it

Around the homies she's short

Like Nia from Friday

You ain't gotta do much as long as

Your money is taller then Lil Uzi

I keep her in my purse like a tollie

She got impressed when she saw

I keep my nails done

She's the type of B** who gon do

The crime with you and never gon Tell

We don't kiss and tell this side

Babygirl keeps her nuts to herself

Like a squirrel she a bad b**

Who don't care about pearls

She rather get a gun and

Put you on a leash if you

Trying to leave you gon get booked

Look she really ain't the one

To be messing with Capiche

That's the sound it made

When I came in I got your best Friend

purring like a hellcat my N**

Ain't gotta front you but

I'm cold as hard cash you never

Going to see me lack or cut some N**

Some slack always got my foot

On their neck ain't no body

Hungrier then me I had to make it

Back to the clouds just to illustrate

How stars are made this next verse

Gon get N** famished like pac man

What are you saying about me

What you say

What are you doing about it

What you say

I wanna know

You better speak up

When the man is speaking to you

What are you saying about me

What you say

What are you doing about it

What you say

I wanna know

You better speak up

When the man is speaking to you

I got N**s playing dress up

I got N**s playing God on my side

Keep talking that wise sh*t

We send your own N**s to your Place

Ain't gotta do a face to face

N**s ain't afriad to do a 30 for a case

We send your own N**s to your Place

Bag them like pokèmons

We got them in our pockets

See my N** every location we lock it

If your family say the word

We let it pop by the end of the week

We at your site giving you your Flowers

Since you lied for the credits

My namw sweet in your mouth

Like a jawbreaker always got a scope

In my pocket like Double D

Yeah I bring the heat

Yeah I bring the heat

When there is smoke

In my hood N**s turn into Owls Who!

If we talking about that cheese

Then I am Master Splinter

Enter yeah I had to enter

You got Intel on your girl

Yeah she is with me

Let me show you how I do magic

When I hit thr shelves

All my Opps disappear

I'm like a Rose gold Patek

They aint watching me just to tell Time