Throw It Back

VEDO

It's Vedo, baby One shot, two shot, three shot, out of spite Bust it down in her mouth Give it back, gotta bounce She just want a nigga with a bag, hey hey Most niggas don't even get a pass, hey hey She gon' bend it over like she dropped some' Break her back like a nigga chiropra' She like talk to me nice, aye Talk to me nice, yeah, yeah She don't want advice, she just want the pipe (Sish, sish) Champagne on ice, in love with the life PJ for the flight, just for the night I can never switch on my niggas That's a no no Every watch I bop, bust it down It's a lightshow I hit every bitch in the party That's a shotgun shell And they not gon' tell, keep it G I ain't going deep, bitch I'm ready VVS my stones, cost an eighty Know I keep it on me like an ID Know that she gon' ride She gon' ride like a pony Throw it back, throw it back Throw that back make it clap for them racks I make it rain on you, what you trynna do She drive the boat like she's Trying to go to school so drop it down Break a leg like you want this money baby Make it clap, throw it back Like you tryna get a Birkin baby Throw that back, throw it back In love with the drip, in love with the drip In love with the drip She know what it is, know what it is Know what it is I got a bag, I'm blowing cash I'm paying bills If she's showing ass, she's getting a pass Just being real All of that ass, in that peak hole I got a bag, I'm a freak ol' Let's run it back, ain't got reload I blow a bag, stroking my ego I be like, get what you want Get what you want As long as you keep taking shit off Taking that off open it up, bringing it back Yeah, yeah, drink in my cup, ass on my lap I can never switch on my niggas That's a no no Every watch I bop, bust it down It's a lightshow I hit every bitch in the party That's a shotgun shell And they not gon' tell, keep it G I ain't going deep, bitch I'm ready VVS my stones, cost a eighty Know I keep it on me like an ID Know that she gon' ride She gon' ride like a pony Throw it back, throw it back Throw that back make it clap for them racks I make it rain on you, what you trynna do She drive the boat like she's Trynna go to school so drop it down Break a leg like you want this money baby Make it clap, throw it back Like you tryna get a Birkin baby Throw that back, throw it back In love with the drip, in love with the drip In love with the drip She know what it is, know what it is Know what it is I got a bag, I'm blowing cash I'm paying bills If she's showing ass, she's getting a pass Just being real

Written by: GHARAH DEGEDDINGSEZE, WILBART III MCCOYLyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music PublishingLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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