Obama Did It ft. Bc.Nate & Jitness Lyrics

Brand new AMG

Let me know if y'all rocking with it

Uh, This shit got no keys

Your heart broke if you on a mission

Started making songs knew that shit hit

Now they starting to feel it

Now we in DC Presidential Suite

Like Obama Did It

What?

TTE, BTB, like Osama did it

What?

Rocking Rick's, Rocking shows now it's time to kill it

Too deep soon she touch down like I'm Jason Witten

Red seats, I'm so up now, Now I'm starting to feel it

Now we sliding in this V

That bitch crying she insecure

Like I ain't lying that bitch hurt

Fuck 9-5 this shit won't work

If I'm Alive we good for sure

I tell her ride get up her skirt

Televised on top I merch

Televised on top I merch it

Work work

Baby if you come over here you know what we doing right?

Mmcht, uh, you don't want to? I know who to slide

Told yo' bitch throw it like hoola hoops and she do it too

Got a cooler ride

And I'm coming up and she knew it too

Sipping mixed drink, feeling too sublime

This a two seater

Screen on top the roof, like a movie theater

This a new eater

Drop her right back to you soon as you need her

Slide out to the show bae

I'll send you the link

It can't hurt if they don't know bae, I won't say we link

I got some to let you know baby

That's fasho baby

You know JitJit he gone go crazy

Never fold baby

Never bend, it don't make no difference dolo or they round I'm on my ten

She tryn' act like I don't know her

I couldn't see her through the tint

That my friend

Pulling up

Big body Benz

She hopping out

With all her friends

Oh, it's a movie from beginning to the end

Oh it's a movie with Luh Doolie

And BC he a foolie

And Kee Kee he gone do it

We walk in these hoes drooling

Yeen worried bout no bag for real, yeen over here tryna master cheese

Yeen smoking no gas for real, I was chopping it up with Master Chief

She don't wanna text my phone nomore it's okay we can both play p

She just wanna rock my clothes tryna come to my shows low-key like steve

Hit from the back I grab that ass she know I go crazy like job complete

Pussy so good almost let her trap me I was outta my mind to give bro a niece

Tell her get on all 4s pull out the leash

Like we on broad street got rocks on knees

Shit now that's your wife you done took the weight up off of me like I'm rock lee

And yk that bitch Trife but the bitch so bad almost did it myself but I move to G

And I don't gaf what yo ass gone think bout this cuz I'm ready have racks in my jeans

Done with these hoes

Done with these hoes

I said I'm done with these hoes

I double my racks doubled my funds then I get to dubbin these hoes

We not the same cuz if you get fame you just gone fuck on these hoes

Yo ass a lame cuz if I call her back bet she gone answer the phone

Uh Brand new AMG let me know if y'all rocking with it

Uh, This shit got no keys

Your heart broke if you on a mission

Started making songs knew that shit hit

Now they starting to feel it

Now we in DC Presidential Suite

Like Obama Did It

What?

TTE, BTB, like Osama did it

What?

Rocking Rick's, Rocking shows now it's time to kill it

Too deep soon she touch down like I'm Jason Witten

Red seats, I'm so up now, Now I'm starting to feel it