Abby Jasmine - Groovy

You ain't used to the shit I'm doing ain't you?
Used to the way I drip
You ain't used to the cameras flashing on you
Used to them in your face
You so used to them bitches tryna get you
All up in your feelings
You ain't used to the shit I'm doing ain't you
used to the way Im moving

And I come through with the flex like who bought it
Rent paid beforehand , Gucci my body
He used to girls who only give brain not knowledge
Met me now I'm in his heart, phil collins
Sweat me , runnin for my love ,
While I'm driving a Bently
Down the blvd
In Cali
Drip hard , need a jet ski
Ion really kick it w no bitches, jet li
Swaggin everyday I been on a flex spree
said u want a new broad
But need her just like me
Never give credit bitch I rather pay cash
Rather get head while I'm smoking good gas
never switch like my favorite lunch in the bag
New York bitch he like when I'm deadass
Saw me in reality that ass still fat
You ain't never met a bitch like that

Hook
And I don't lie
I could never compromise w a n**** who ain't on my time
I like my bel air w no ice
Why you tryna fight all the time? Wtf you mike Tyson?
Lil tan mami but the shoes off white
Rare lil bitch so he really tryna wife it
You ain't used to shit like you still wearin diapers
I been in my bag, gettin chips
Gettin wiser
You could be my n****, be my man, be my guyzer
You could be whatever baby if you love me proper
I won't ever trip no doctor
I know you ain't used to the drip but don't turn off the faucet

Written by:
Abigail Antonetty, Akeem Hayes, Angel Hill, Austin Ruff, Sebastien Christie

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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