EBK Bckdoe - Give It To Me lyrics

Give it to me, gimme that
Funk, that sweet, that nasty
That gushy stuff

C'mon alright
(XclusiveMadeThis) c'mon

Make the bitch gimme everything
Make her bring it here
Walk all on yo dead ass brother
Think it been a year
Early morning at the gate
But ain' nobody here
Tryna' pull da move he finna die
I feel it in my spirit
(I feel it in my stomach)
I'm in this bitch punchin' in
I'm jus freestylin'
I got a bitch that swipe and steal clothes
I get free Nikes
I was sick off perc for two weeks
I'm finna detox it (I was in a coma)
Bitch wanna argue all day, but I am not toxic

Quick to cut it to the bitch
I'm not your baby daddy
Build the bitch from the ground up
I feel like Handy Manny
I just made twenty-two songs cuz
I just popped an Addy
I'm tryna bang it out for fun
I jus dropped the Addy
I just spent eight thousand
Dollars on a chocolate
On the road for twenty-eight days
Wit' a chocolate girl
E-40, Stevenson, I feel like Mr earl
I don't wanna know yo' name
I wanna touch yo pearl
I don't wanna know yo' name
I wanna touch yo coochie
Bitch my name Bckdoe, call me Mr
Bitch took her Yeezy slide off
Feet smell like dookie
I'ma pull da move on any nigga
Think they finna shoot me (ahh ah ah ahh)
I'ma pull da move on any nigga
Think they finna pop me
Put them in his head
Look like Dennis Rodman
Tried to set me up the other day
You is not my patna'
You are not an angry african
You are not no rasta

Make the bitch gimme everything
Make her bring it here
Walk all on yo dead ass brother
Think it been a year
Early morning at the gate
But ain' nobody here
Tryna' pull da move he finna die
I feel it in my spirit
(I feel it in my stomach)
I'm in this bitch punchin' in
I'm jus freestylin'
I got a bitch that swipe and steal clothes
I get free Nikes
I was sick off perc for two weeks
I'm finna detox it
Bitch wanna argue all day, but I am not toxic

Bitch my iPhone
But she ain' got no chicken
Niggas tried to slide but didn't score
That is not no mission
I was finna break this bitch down
Coot smell like Chitterlings
Bitch I feel like Lil
Who don't got no bitches?
I was finna rob my weed man
But it was wrong of me
I don't wanna drive to Oklahoma
But that shit 'long to me
I need about fifteen hun' on
The phone wit me
You need about fifteen guns
Wanna fonk wit me
Whole bity mad I passed them
Niggas up in seven months
I was young bouncin' out wit guns
They wouldn't sell me nuttin'
My nigga told me stop poppin them percs
Bitch don't tell my nuttin'
I sold the bitch the same exact dream
She can't sell me nuttin'

Make the bitch gimme everything
Make her bring it here
Walk all on yo dead ass brother
Think it been a year
Early morning at the gate
But ain' nobody here
Tryna' pull da move he finna die
I feel it in my spirit
(I feel it in my stomach)
I'm in this bitch punchin' in
I'm jus freestylin'
I got a bitch that swipe and steal clothes
I get free Nikes
I was sick off perc for two weeks
I'm finna detox it (I was in a coma)
Bitch wanna argue all day, but I am not toxic
Make the bitch gimme everything
Make her bring it here
Walk all on yo dead ass brother
Think it been a year
Early morning at the gate
But ain' nobody here
Tryna' pull da move he finna die
I feel it in my spirit
I'm in this bitch punchin' in
I'm jus freestylin'
I got a bitch that swipe and steal clothes
I get free Nikes
I was sick off perc for two weeks
I'm finna detox it
Bitch wanna argue all day, but I am not toxic