Kobe Sulli - Fye Head

Luh hoe want Rolex
Luh hoe want more sex
And you know I can't stress, cause you know we up next
And she givin' that fye head, yeah and she givin' that fye head, yeah
She like Givenchy, she like Celine
She actin' trippy she actin' mean
She calling my phone, I'm like, what you need?
She in her thong, FaceTiming me
She said, pull up all alone
She said, call me when you home
This hoe can't leave me alone
This hoe can't leave me alone
Don't care what you say, don't care what you think
We stackin' up cash, we breakin' the bank
They still asleep, no, it don't make no sense
This shit on go my whole gang on ten
she wanna slide, she boutta bring a friend
If she say she mine, then she up in a Benz
If she say she mine, then she rock new shit
If she say she mine, then she got blue strips
Bitch, I'm racked up
Bitch, I'm stacked up
Bitch, I'm racked up
Bitch, I'm gone
Bitch, I'm racked up
Bitch, I'm stacked up
Bitch, I'm racked up
Bitch, I'm gone
You can't call my phone, ho, leave me alone
Got it on my own, got it on the road
These niggas so sneaky, like they got some drones
Bitch, I've been up geeking, all up on my own
This hoe way too picky, like I need her
I told her I'ma hit her, then I leave her
This hoe way too picky, like I need her
But she don't know I hit her, then I leave her
I wrote this shit out nigga this my movie
This hoe just wanna fuck me, cause I'm too lit
Yeah, we turning up like you can't do it
You say you get that bag, you gotta prove it
You say you got that bag, you gotta prove it
You tryna run up on me, don't act foolish
Cause my nigga, on my side, he got that tooly
All my niggas down to ride like we gon' pull up
All my niggas down to ride like we gon' pull up

Written by:
Kobe Sullivan

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