Autumn! - Bentley Bentayga! 2 lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Bentley Bentayga! 2 lyrics]
(ZaySkillz, Woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, Woah, woah)
How many bitches, how many bitches
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
(Woah, woah)
How many niggas, how many niggas
How many niggas that turned into haters?
(Woah, woah)
How many pitches, how many pitches
Pitches be thrown but it’s purple like Lakers
(Woah, woah)
How is this easy, how is this easy
How this shit easy to me like a layup?
(Woah, woah)
"How do you do it, how do you do it
How is you still goin' crazy years later?
(Woah, woah) these hoes be goofy
Just fuck her and dupe her (Woah, woah)
If she annoy me, I'ma pass her to Playah
(Woah, woah) this choppa childish, it eat
You like Animal Crackers
It crush you like Danimal packets
(Woah, woah) they say I’m wildin', I'm
Drivin' like Danica Patrick
I'm flyin' and swervin' through traffic
(Woah, woah)
Fuck her, she smilin', if she want the D
She can have it
Turn her to a fiend, she a addict
(Woah, woah) my money piling
It just bought me things I ain’t had and
You always find me where the cash at
(Woah, woah)
These hoes be childish, keep asking
Me for these baguettes
Want me to put cheese in the CashApp
(Woah, woah) i just be lying
I tell her good things ’cause her ass fat
(Woah, woah)
Still treat her like cheese in a rat trap
My opps be crying, say, "Wick buying
Views, he don't have that
" but I know what he really mad at
My wrist got diamonds, it took me
A while just to have that
Knew I was gon’ have it since backpack
On demon timing, say, "She don't want Wick
" then it's rap cap (Woah, woah)
She be in my DMs bad bad (Woah, woah)
My stars aligned
I got stars in the roof in the matte black
(Woah, woah)
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, black badge
(Woah, woah)
I just be rhymin' but we can agree
It’s a fact-fact, that nigga Wick
He could rap rap (Woah, woah)
Feel so alive, it's amazin'
I got me a bag bag
(Woah, woah) , plus a lil' bitch
With a fat ass (Woah, woah)
My niggas ridin' for me so
You better not lack lack
We gettin' them Dracs straight from Baghdad
(Woah, woah) fly as a pilot and still got
A vibe in the rack rack (Woah, woah)
Soon as I land, gotta tap that (Woah, woah)
I'm on the finer things
Trips to the UK and back back (Woah, woah)
Tesla ain't come with a gas cap (Woah, woah)
(It r, it really didn't though 'cause you
It's electric, You know what I'm sayin'?
You gotta charge it, haha)
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
(Woah, woah, Woah, woah)
How many bitches, how many bitches
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
(Woah, woah)
How many niggas, how many niggas
How many niggas that turned into haters?
(Woah, woah)
How many pitches, how many pitches
Pitches be thrown but it’s purple like Lakers
(Woah, woah)
How is this easy, how is this easy
How this shit easy to me like a layup?
(Woah, woah)
"How do you do it, how do you do it
How is you still goin' crazy years later?
(Woah, woah) these hoes be goofy
Just fuck her and dupe her (Woah, woah)
If she annoy me, I'ma pass her to Playah
(Woah, woah) this choppa childish, it eat
You like Animal Crackers
It crush you like Danimal packets
(Woah, woah) they say I’m wildin', I'm
Drivin' like Danica Patrick
I'm flyin' and swervin' through traffic
(Woah, woah)
Fuck her, she smilin', if she want the D
She can have it
Turn her to a fiend, she a addict
(Woah, woah) my money piling
It just bought me things I ain’t had and
You always find me where the cash at
(Woah, woah)
These hoes be childish, keep asking
Me for these baguettes
Want me to put cheese in the CashApp
(Woah, woah) i just be lying
I tell her good things ’cause her ass fat
(Woah, woah)
Still treat her like cheese in a rat trap
My opps be crying, say, "Wick buying
Views, he don't have that
" but I know what he really mad at
My wrist got diamonds, it took me
A while just to have that
Knew I was gon’ have it since backpack
On demon timing, say, "She don't want Wick
" then it's rap cap (Woah, woah)
She be in my DMs bad bad (Woah, woah)
My stars aligned
I got stars in the roof in the matte black
(Woah, woah)
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, black badge
(Woah, woah)
I just be rhymin' but we can agree
It’s a fact-fact, that nigga Wick
He could rap rap (Woah, woah)
Feel so alive, it's amazin'
I got me a bag bag
(Woah, woah) , plus a lil' bitch
With a fat ass (Woah, woah)
My niggas ridin' for me so
You better not lack lack
We gettin' them Dracs straight from Baghdad
(Woah, woah) fly as a pilot and still got
A vibe in the rack rack (Woah, woah)
Soon as I land, gotta tap that (Woah, woah)
I'm on the finer things
Trips to the UK and back back (Woah, woah)
Tesla ain't come with a gas cap (Woah, woah)
(It r, it really didn't though 'cause you
It's electric, You know what I'm sayin'?
You gotta charge it, haha)
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?