Luh Tyler - Naughty List lyrics
Luh Tyler [Tyler Meeks] Tallahassee, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
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[Luh Tyler - Naughty List lyrics]
Yeah, woke up fresher than a bitch, wait Hold on to all men, fresher than a mint
Made my bitch bad, it don’t make no sense
She just want me go and spend her bag, put it in some wrist
Niggas really broke, actin’ like they rich
Flexin’ with your crystals, money on the ground, you ain’t slick
Ask my bro, where you put it on his Christmas list
Yeah, probably said, bring the switch and I’m pintin’ the tricks
Ain’t got a license, but I still ride the beat
Eyes low, can’t see, sippin’ drink, smokin’ spliffs
Man, I think the shawty come from overseas
Bad bitch, printed face, slim waist, thick hips
Shawty might just be the baddest bitch I’ve seen
Ass pokin’ out them jeans, French tits, big lips
Every day I’m out here gettin’ to the cheap
Nigga, I done bossed up, bust down on my wrist
If a nigga ever fuckin’ with the team
Burnt it with that bitch, I’d put a fire out at the switch
I’m just tryna get the shawty on her knees
After that, she can go, bitch, bye, you dismissed
I went froze on, now these bad bitches tryna fuck on
I wish, when do I pick? Nigga, I don’t need no
Girl, don’t put your clothes on, when I pull up, eat me up
Girl, I’m tryna do some freaky shit and fuck you on the floor
Spend some money on some clothes, probably only wear it once
Do a show in it, then I pass it down to the bros
Nigga, it’s the holidays, bro, they in this Christmas spirit
Say you feelin’ something like Santa on the north with his paws
Bad bitch, give me good brains, yeah
Bad bitch, give me good brains, A.B. on the raw
I might go and cop a new chain, yeah
Wintertime comin’ up, know I gotta go fro
Chasin’ money like I’m Usain, yeah
Chasin’ money like a nigga named Usain Bolt
Every day I’m laughin’ to the bank, yeah
Why you niggas steadin’ flexin’ with the same bankroll, yeah
Walk up fresher than a bitch, wait
Hold on, nah, I meant fresher than a mint
Know my bitch bad, it don’t make no sense
She just want me to go and spend her bad, put it in some wreaths
Niggas really broke, actin’ like they rich
Flexin’ with your crystals, money on the ground, you ain’t slick
Ask my bro where he put on his Christmas list
Yeah, probably said, bring the switch and I’m pintin’ the tricks
Made my bitch bad, it don’t make no sense
She just want me go and spend her bag, put it in some wrist
Niggas really broke, actin’ like they rich
Flexin’ with your crystals, money on the ground, you ain’t slick
Ask my bro, where you put it on his Christmas list
Yeah, probably said, bring the switch and I’m pintin’ the tricks
Ain’t got a license, but I still ride the beat
Eyes low, can’t see, sippin’ drink, smokin’ spliffs
Man, I think the shawty come from overseas
Bad bitch, printed face, slim waist, thick hips
Shawty might just be the baddest bitch I’ve seen
Ass pokin’ out them jeans, French tits, big lips
Every day I’m out here gettin’ to the cheap
Nigga, I done bossed up, bust down on my wrist
If a nigga ever fuckin’ with the team
Burnt it with that bitch, I’d put a fire out at the switch
I’m just tryna get the shawty on her knees
After that, she can go, bitch, bye, you dismissed
I went froze on, now these bad bitches tryna fuck on
I wish, when do I pick? Nigga, I don’t need no
Girl, don’t put your clothes on, when I pull up, eat me up
Girl, I’m tryna do some freaky shit and fuck you on the floor
Spend some money on some clothes, probably only wear it once
Do a show in it, then I pass it down to the bros
Nigga, it’s the holidays, bro, they in this Christmas spirit
Say you feelin’ something like Santa on the north with his paws
Bad bitch, give me good brains, yeah
Bad bitch, give me good brains, A.B. on the raw
I might go and cop a new chain, yeah
Wintertime comin’ up, know I gotta go fro
Chasin’ money like I’m Usain, yeah
Chasin’ money like a nigga named Usain Bolt
Every day I’m laughin’ to the bank, yeah
Why you niggas steadin’ flexin’ with the same bankroll, yeah
Walk up fresher than a bitch, wait
Hold on, nah, I meant fresher than a mint
Know my bitch bad, it don’t make no sense
She just want me to go and spend her bad, put it in some wreaths
Niggas really broke, actin’ like they rich
Flexin’ with your crystals, money on the ground, you ain’t slick
Ask my bro where he put on his Christmas list
Yeah, probably said, bring the switch and I’m pintin’ the tricks