DaBaby, Finesse2Tymes - Luv N Hip-Hop lyrics

Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

[DaBaby, Finesse2Tymes - Luv N Hip-Hop lyrics]

Ay, I got you one, Junior i got us one, man
Keep all that shit, too, fuck it
(XO think he all that)

Her head was good, her pussy was good
I came in five minutes (it was over)
Ain't fuckin for free, so I gave her a fee
Went and bought her a 550 (that's a Benz)
I pull up in the 600 (that's a Maybach)
I pull off in the Bentayga
(that's a Bentley)
I step out in Balenciaga (I was dripping)
Prices cheaper than Family Dollar
(for the low low)
She callin me I'm fuckin her friend
She caught us in bed together (it was crazy)
I told em "calm down", hit the blunt
And give me some head together (2 of em)
Ooh, she got a foul mouth (she was nasty)
Hit the pussy and fouled out (I was gone)
I got the Nick Cannon on me
Right now and I'll wild out
We shoppin at Tiffany's, faithfully
(bracelets)
These niggas ain't seeing me, basically
(face it)
I'm in her head, mentally (I got her)
She givin me head, literally (I'm shivering)
I'm big, financially, physically
(big player)
My jewelry water, slippery (caution)
If shawty don't give me no head
(no head) , I'm leaving her in the past
History (it's over)

She wanna love on a rapper (huh)
What she think, this love and hip hop?
(I'on know)
She wanna go to the tip-top (up there)
She like how my necklace drip-drop
What I look like, a or sum? (huh)
What you my momma or sum? (nah)
I'm countin up some money or sum
(a hundred or sum)
I'm drippin like Gunna or sum
(free Gunna or sum)
Rain (rain) , pouring (storm)

Right wrist
(right wrist) , left wrist (left wrist)
A hundred thou' each (each)
Finesse (what) 2 of em (two)
Too fed (federal) for real (for real)
3, 2 guns
(boom) , 1 bitch (one) , no deal (none)

Yeah, I got four hoes
For real, no chill, I got four hoes
For real, no chill, cause my bro gone
They all fuckin they friends on the low low
But I won't tell it
They got Baby nigga strapped up
Right there, right now, everyday
Not a felon what he say to me?
Name a nigga that ever play with me
It's not a she wanna love on a rap nigga
A nigga who got him some
Stain who done did something
Way before this was a trap, nigga
It is what it is, I'm just active
I'ma fuck on these hoes and get money and I
Ain't taking shit especially from
No rap nigga before all of this
My hoes told me I trap different
Bitch, you gotta be crazy
She wanna love on a rapper
What she think, this love and hip hop?
I'm in this bitch with a big Glock
By myself with this big pretty wristwatch
Type to spit in her mouth when we lip lock
Bitch you know I'm nasty
Bitch don't be playin
Grippin her asscheeks
Pullin her hair, fuck with that bag
She dig what I'm sayin

Now she wanna love on a rapper (huh)
What she think, this love and hip hop?
(I'on know)
She wanna go to the tip-top (up there)
She like how my necklace drip-drop
What I look like, a or sum? (huh)
What you, my momma or sum? (nah)
I'm countin up some money or sum
(a hundred or sum)
I'm drippin like Gunna or sum
(free Gunna or sum)
Rain (rain) , pouring (storm)

Right wrist
(right wrist) , left wrist (left wrist)
A hundred thou' each (each)
Finesse (what) 2 of em (two)
Too fed (federal) for real (for real)
3, 2 guns
(boom) , 1 bitch (one) , no deal (none)

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