Audio Push, Travis Mills - Wide Open lyrics
[Audio Push, Travis Mills - Wide Open lyrics]
This here's for my ladies in their whips
Something shiny on their lips
Fine linen and they got expensive
Denim on they hips
With their weave real tight and
Their stance real good
And talk like the suburbs but
Live in the hood
Probably drive something clean and
Act real mean and don't let too many weird
Niggas get all in between
They all about they money, never getting lazy
Two letters, two words nigga FU, pay me
Boy, I'm in these streets
All over these beats
Got your girl knee caps next to my feet
Cause she like hot and I'm hot too
She don't mess with lame nigga's and
That's why she dropped you
She buy her own drinks and
I'm buying the bottles
Face fine as wine and she
Swear she ain't a model and I like that
I love it she always let me grab it
And she know I love a girl
That know when to get ratchet
Now hit the ground hit the ground
Pop your butt pop your butt
Drop it down drop it down
Pick it up pick it up
Now arch your back arch your back
For a stack for a stack
Turn around turn around and make it clap
Now buss it wide open, open
Open, open, open, open, open
Now buss it wide open, open
Open, open, open, open, open
One time, one time
They call me pin it down price
I'm putting hickeys where your chest go
If you with the business time to get it baby
Lets go send the ratchets home
To 380 where the rest go
When I get to thrashing then
I'm passing it to Esso
Put me to the test though
Beat it something gruesome
Me verse you you could call it a two-some
If your man hating tell that
Nigga come and do something
He can cross the line but look it
Better not be the deuce one
Come come get it I'mma make you wanna beg
I'm beat it I'mma beat it
Mayweather in the legs, yeah
I ate Natalie and Ashley
Ass be crafty them BOW boys nasty
And I ain't even tryna be rude
But, I don't touch it if
It smell like sea food
I know you feel it bitch it PT the realest
And you better call the cops cause
A nigga finna kill it
It's Milly Man
I'm buzzing in the streets though
You on my show cause that's
Where all the freaks go
I always hit it, Larry Bird at the free throw
So all these bitches say I got a big ego
I'm sparing hoes, Brittney
Fucked a bitch in Houston so I
Saw a pic to Whitney we were taking drugs
I think her name was Lindsay
She just wanna F so I
Brought her ass some Fendi
I play it like some keys
I double up on women, they double up on D's
I'mma fuck your Aunty then
I'mma fuck your niece
Hands behind her back like I was the police
Make her bust it open let me see that ass go
She real fine reminded me of my last ho
And my brodies told me she was a bad woa
But, I ain't know that a girl
Could drop it that low
Something shiny on their lips
Fine linen and they got expensive
Denim on they hips
With their weave real tight and
Their stance real good
And talk like the suburbs but
Live in the hood
Probably drive something clean and
Act real mean and don't let too many weird
Niggas get all in between
They all about they money, never getting lazy
Two letters, two words nigga FU, pay me
Boy, I'm in these streets
All over these beats
Got your girl knee caps next to my feet
Cause she like hot and I'm hot too
She don't mess with lame nigga's and
That's why she dropped you
She buy her own drinks and
I'm buying the bottles
Face fine as wine and she
Swear she ain't a model and I like that
I love it she always let me grab it
And she know I love a girl
That know when to get ratchet
Now hit the ground hit the ground
Pop your butt pop your butt
Drop it down drop it down
Pick it up pick it up
Now arch your back arch your back
For a stack for a stack
Turn around turn around and make it clap
Now buss it wide open, open
Open, open, open, open, open
Now buss it wide open, open
Open, open, open, open, open
One time, one time
They call me pin it down price
I'm putting hickeys where your chest go
If you with the business time to get it baby
Lets go send the ratchets home
To 380 where the rest go
When I get to thrashing then
I'm passing it to Esso
Put me to the test though
Beat it something gruesome
Me verse you you could call it a two-some
If your man hating tell that
Nigga come and do something
He can cross the line but look it
Better not be the deuce one
Come come get it I'mma make you wanna beg
I'm beat it I'mma beat it
Mayweather in the legs, yeah
I ate Natalie and Ashley
Ass be crafty them BOW boys nasty
And I ain't even tryna be rude
But, I don't touch it if
It smell like sea food
I know you feel it bitch it PT the realest
And you better call the cops cause
A nigga finna kill it
It's Milly Man
I'm buzzing in the streets though
You on my show cause that's
Where all the freaks go
I always hit it, Larry Bird at the free throw
So all these bitches say I got a big ego
I'm sparing hoes, Brittney
Fucked a bitch in Houston so I
Saw a pic to Whitney we were taking drugs
I think her name was Lindsay
She just wanna F so I
Brought her ass some Fendi
I play it like some keys
I double up on women, they double up on D's
I'mma fuck your Aunty then
I'mma fuck your niece
Hands behind her back like I was the police
Make her bust it open let me see that ass go
She real fine reminded me of my last ho
And my brodies told me she was a bad woa
But, I ain't know that a girl
Could drop it that low