Lite Fortunato - In Here lyrics

Nah don't come out here
Nah don't come out here
Nah don't come out here 420 Tiesto

She treat her pussy like Pi'erre
Bitch nah don't come in here
(nah don't come in here)
I do not wanna party 'less I
Get my gun in there (fuck)
Ain't no 1 on 1
You fuck around get jumped in here
(you get jumped)
I feel like Gun Number 'cause I
Don't give a fuck in here
(I don't give a fuck)
My shooter's ain't shoot up yo' crib
Because yo' son was there (pow, pow, pow)
These female's pull my crib
And shake they derrière (come out here)
Playin' Ding-Dong-Ditch with yo' crib when
It's no one there (ding, ding, ding)
We might just run inside your crib
Take your interior

She call my phone like
"Nato why don't you just come out here?"
I got my own crib
You might just have some fun out here
(have some fun)
I might just pull up if I'm on
The run and stunt on there
I don't fuck with these rapper's
I'm bein' blunt in here
I got bitches that's gon' bust it
They gon' twerk in here
I got trapper's that's gon' bring me
All my work in here
I feel like Santa 'cause I got
All these lil' workin' deer's
I'm 'bout kill this pussy
I feel like I need a tear
I kill that bih from the back
I make her disappear
I need the ice on my neck and my
Wrist and my ears to be crystal clear
I got this bitch
I'm gonna fuck her when there's no one there
I might just fuck her when her
Momma and her uncle there

She treat her pussy like Pi'erre
Bitch nah don't come in here
(nah don't come in here)
I do not wanna party 'less I
Get my gun in there (fuck)
Ain't no 1 on 1
You fuck around get jumped in here
(you get jumped)
I feel like Gun Number 'cause I
Don't give a fuck in here
(I don't give a fuck)
My shooter's ain't shoot up yo' crib
Because yo' son was there
These female's pull my crib
And shake they derrière (come out here)
Playin' Ding-Dong-Ditch with yo' crib when
It's no one there
We might just run inside your crib
Take your interior

She text my phone like, "Nato
Why you make me come out here?"
I fell asleep with bars at night time
Now the sun out here's (what the fuck)
All the bitches wanna pull up
Twerk they derrière (twerk, twerk)
I do not know these bitches
All I need is money, yeah
All the bitches gonna fuck because
They know we here (know we here)
I could make it rain and I
Can make it snow in here (snow in here)
I feel like Chief Sosa
I can make it glow in here
(I can make it glow) i feel like a bakery
I need all the dough in here
(I need all the dough)
I'm not the horse, I'm the hose in here
Pull out pro tools, I'm a pro in here
Call up my hoes, tell the bro's is here
They gonna pull up and hoe in here
Like a thrift store, we got clothes in here
Get it right now 'cause we closin' here
Turn you outfit into Yezzy
Put some lil' holes in there

She treat her pussy like Pi'erre
Bitch nah don't come in here
(nah don't come in here)
I do not wanna party 'less I
Get my gun in there (fuck)
Ain't no 1 on 1
You fuck around get jumped in here
(you get jumped)
I feel like Gun Number 'cause I
Don't give a fuck in here
(I don't give a fuck)
My shooter's ain't shoot up yo' crib
Because yo' son was there
These female's pull my crib
And shake they derrière (twerk, twerk)
Playin' Ding-Dong-Ditch with yo' crib when
It's no one there
We might just run inside your crib
Take your interior