Frankie Knuckles ft. Eli Myles Lyrics

Put that pretty motherfucker on my, yeah Look, all bad hoes want good dick

Suburb hoes wanna hood a dick Playin' Phil Jackson on bullshit

Throwin' up bills like Bushwick Guess I impressed the lil' bitch

Asked if I'm drunk, said, a lil' bit Did I wanna fuck? Yeah, a lil' bit

Got a lotta baggage, I ain't even gon' trip Drop pin, GPS my place

You a queen, yo, throne in my face Try and come, then I'm on my way

Hit once, then I'm done, nice day Text me the next day, hi bae

Double text, where you at, bye Bae? Fire hoes when I need my space

Fuck long bitch, gotta hydrate You know the vibes and shit

When she ain't cyclin, she be ridin' this dick Told her, throw it back like I'm Plies and shit

Put my face in it like a pie and shit She a curious bitch, we be tryin' some shit

She came with a friend and might buy her some shit I be courting the clit, she dine and shit

Pussy get wet like it's crime and shit You gon' suck it or not

You gon' fuck me or not? Bring a buddy or not

You a prude bitch or a thot? Can you top me in a car

Is the pussy up to par? Can we tuck off in a bar

See my bitches play your part Bitches be keepin' my name inside they mouth

Suckin' here, savor that shit Niggas be window shoppin

Tryin' buy the clout a nigga put on display for that shit

I go to Capers to give me a steak Boy, you put on the cake while you savin' that bitch

Claimin' you trappin, she know that you cappin' You spent your whole lil' PUA on that bitch

She know she designated for the dick I know she dedicated to the shit

You know I never hated on another nigga That'll never make a nigga rich

Know how the game go when you elevatin' You can separate him and his bitch

Ain't no cryin' over spilled milk, everything Got an expiration, you dead, yeah

Every weekend, she lovin' the crew You was me, shit, what would you do

Lil' bitch wanna fuck Groove Wanna fuck Big Rae, fuck Lew

You was me, you a lot of her, too Hop on Twitter, I got the whole mule

Boy, you mad, she ain't followin' you In the VIP, got a bottle or two

Say that, she got baby fever Fuck it, ho, swallow a few

Told her I love her to death, what the fuck? Baby, I promise it's true

You know them niggas from the D be lying to hoes like Ndamukong Suh

You know them bitches from the D be lying to niggas too