Anycia - SPLASH BROTHERS (feat. KARRAHBOOO) lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah!, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!, yeah, yeah huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah!, yeah, yeah
(Welcome to 1st Class) okay, okay huh? yeah

I'm a bossy bitch, I do bossy shit
(yeah, yeah)
Never need a clique (Okay, okay)
Bitch, get off my what? (yeah)
Bitch, get off my dick
Know I keep a fine ho, she so trained to go
(Huh? Huh?) I'm so proud of you (Huh?)
Wanna have a chat with me, but, that's a dub
(Okay, okay) you can't be my nigga, boy
I met you in the club (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You don't never have no hoes
'cause they know you a scrub (Huh?)
Yeah, I got an attitude
I just don't give a fuck (yeah, yeah)

Your nigga a bum
Get 'round the guys and beg to hit the cup
(Damn) bag callin', can't be layin' up (Go)
He want me to stay and chill
I'm tryna run it up (Go, go)
I ain't got no worries, with the guys
They always keep it tucked (Us)
I'm around 'cause I'm the bro
You just gettin' fucked (Okay)
You just givin' neck, step to me
Then come correct (yeah, yeah)
All this ice around my neck
Feel like I'm anemic (Go, go)
They keep pressin' me to drop
I'm tryna be strategic (Go, go)
I might tell you that I love you
I don't really mean it (yeah, yeah)
He been blowin' up my phone for weeks
Act like I ain't see it

Yeah, yeah, act like I ain't see it (Huh?)
Get your number, then delete it
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitches on my bumper, but I'm gettin' money
I'm completed (Okay, yeah) i'm complete (What?)
'nough to eat, bon appétit (Huh?)
I get money in my sleep (Huh?)
You my nigga for the week (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You my nigga for the day
We can fuck around, but you know I can't stay
(Huh? yeah) wanna be for real
But, you know NyNy like to play (yeah)

Big Boo, Big NyNy, we like Steph and Klay
(yeah, yeah)
Make the nigga shy, I come around
He don't know what to say (Damn)
Yeah, good boy, don't give me no lip
(Go, go, go)
Soon as niggas get to actin' soft
You know I'm jumpin' ship (Okay) at a show
I'm rollin' off a Tesla like a 60s Crip
Hate when niggas get too in they feelings
Tell 'em get a grip (Bitch)
Wanna take me on a trip
Make sure it's separate rooms (On God)
I had popped an Addy and some molly
Mix it with the shrooms (Us)

Huh? Is you off a bean?
Pretty pussy, poppin' Pucci
Coochie super clean
I was bein' honest, but he soft
So now he think I'm mean (Damn)
Noddin' off on pills, could
Run his pockets, damn, this nigga green
(yeah, yeah, yeah) like my nigga Black
You can't hit me from the back
I think all you bitches wack
Ghetto bitches get the racks (Go, go, go)
You want my attention, send a couple racks
Took a flight from Cali to Atlanta
Brought back forty packs (yeah, yeah, yeah)