The Cool Kids, A-Trak, Reese LAFLARE, Larry June - T.D.A. lyrics

Woah my phone was off
I ain't see yo call
I ain't just tryin' to smash
I'm trying to do some yoga with you
I'm trying to watch insecure
Nah baby I don't know that girl
I think she go with Kodak Black
Fuck that girl, I just wanna vibe with you
Think of things you and I could do
We get sashimi
How she kicking your bitch out of
The party whenever she see me
One and a two and a three and a four
Counting my scratch like I'm keying a car
What's the occasion
Why you at the bar with your friends
You wanna tell me again?

You know that it's my birthday
My friends bought a table and
A bottle of spades
Dress fitting right so I can
Show off my shape i'm a couple glasses in
Shaking ass on the table

Talking about it's your birthday
(It's my birthday) you ain't gotta pay
(I ain't gotta pay) oh you got a man?
(yeah I got a man) where he at then?
(I dunno, I dunno) it's your birthday
(It's my birthday) you got a new thang
(I got a new thang) bought a few friends
(Bought a few friends) you want a new Benz?
(I want a new Benz)

Well work

New outfit and them heels match with it
Got your hair done now
Your nails getting painted
Its yo day, do yo thang
Babysitter with yo children
Fina quit with yo babydaddy get
You a new nigga
Wassup, they ain't matching up

I can see you from the front ¿Cómo te llama?
You want it I got it
A couple of commas like hundreds of dollars
(A hundreds of dollars?) A thousand a dollars
I don't even feel like talking about it

Work Work
Work like you wana run away or something
Buss like it's your birthday on a Sunday
Work it out like you was hikin', runnin'
Grab your friend bring that drink and
Come hit up my function
Maybe gonna spend a lil money
Fifty's and hundreds ain't nothing
Strip out yo birthday suit
Where I can see that ass
Pose from the front end
Girl yeah you so fine
You so fine you blow my mind
Drop it down, it get ugly
Show them other girls, it's nothing

Keisha, Neisha, Rhonda, Theresa
One hoe, two hoe, three hoes, I'm eating
She at the shows front row going stupid
The first time I met her
It might be the solid gold in my teeth
It might be the Valentines on my feet
Sock it to me

You did good baby (good job Larry)
Woke up in the mansion real healthy livin'
On my way to Miami in these Gucci denims
Cars with no limit
Lobster tails, with a lil' lemon
Cracked my rim leaving Monterey hittin' 120
Slide to the O hit my nigga OX, what it do
Baby I ain't never met a
Women that was like you
That's what I told her when I seen her
She lookin' like real some work
So it sucks for me to tell
You that this'd never work damn

Goddamn sock it to me
Shit!