Is Watit Is Lyrics

Slide

How she ganna slide?

Slide, how she ganna slide?

(Balloon shit nigga)

How she ganna slide in my dm talking bout she wanna hit

Like I ain’t know she a friend of a friend of a friend of my bitch

Why she always trying to line me? I swear that shit making me sick

You wanna fuck and I wanna fuck it is watit is

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I got the wait

Tell me who next wanna lick?

She in my dm shooting her shot, she can get hit

I’m letting her know, right off the rip that I ain’t shit

But if you wanna fuck and I wanna fuck it is watit is

Came thru with all that ass I ain’t know that she had back with her

Double tap on the gram, god damn I ain’t see the whole picture

Seen the snap, heard the music with the filter thought she was catfishing

Pussy tight, super tight, pillow fight, all night, all in it

I like the head when it slow

I like to feel on her throat

I got a round and a half in me but you ganna get fucked like a pro

I’m talkin bout all the positions

I’m talkin bout all in the kitchen

We fuckin on all of the counters

We fuckin up mommy good dishes

Slide in my dm talking bout she wanna hit

Like I ain’t know she a friend of a friend oh a friend of my bitch

Why she always trying to line me? I swear that shit making me sick

You wanna fuck and I wanna fuck it is watit is

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I spit all her mouth, I do the shit twice, I’m making it nasty

Drinking and fucking spilling champagne all over her ass cheeks

One leg in the air, getting all crazy, pulling hair weave

Hand on her neck, chock her to death she like nigga don’t kill me (Don’t kill me)

But then she wanna eat uh

$200 for the bill uh

Buck fifty on her nails uh

$500 for Brazil uh

How much for the heels? Oh

That shit gotta chill oh

Hold on you want a bag? Wait (What?)

Can a nigga get a deal? (Wooow)

Pussy is costing me

But that shit tasty as hell

The shit is worth all the Givenchy

The shit is worth all the Chanel

Louie v all on her waist

We playing chess on her belt

I wanna tell all of my niggas

But I need her all to myself

Slide in my dm talking bout she wanna hit

Like I ain’t know she a friend of a friend oh a friend of my bitch

Why she always trying to line me? I swear that shit making me sick

You wanna fuck and I wanna fuck it is watit is

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick

I got the lollipop tell me who next wanna lick